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The Dying Child by John Clare


"The Dying Child" is a poem written by John Clare. It is about an infant who is about to die. However, his love for spring kept him alive and happy. He loved the colors and butterflies, and when he was well he would sing. However, once it ended it was easy for him to die. He died quietly when winter arrived.

"The Dying Child" is written as six stanzas with five lines each. It is written in the rhyme scheme ABABA. throughout it. Each line contains less than ten syllables, with the second and fourth lines being shorter than the ones preceding them.


The Dying Child

He could not die when trees were green,
For he loved the time too well.
His little hands, when flowers were seen,
Were held for the bluebell,
As he was carried o'er the green.

His eye glanced at the white-nosed bee;
He knew those children of the spring:
When he was well and on the lea
He held one in his hands to sing,
Which filled his heart with glee.

Infants, the children of the spring!
How can an infant die
When butterflies are on the wing,
Green grass, and such a sky?
How can they die at spring?

He held his hands for daisies white,
And then for violets blue,
And took them all to bed at night
That in the green fields grew,
As childhood's sweet delight.

And then he shut his little eyes,
And flowers would notice not;
Birds' nests and eggs caused no surprise,
He now no blossoms got;
They met with plaintive sighs.

When winter came and blasts did sigh,
And bare were plain and tree,
As he for ease in bed did lie
His soul seemed with the free,
He died so quietly.

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