THE CHILD AND THE PIPER WILLIAM BLAKE. IPING down the valleys wild, On a cloud I saw a child, And he, laughing, said to me, "Pipe a song about a lamb.” So I piped with merry cheer; Piper, pipe that song again," So I piped, he wept to hear. "Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe, Sing thy songs of happy cheer." So I sang the same again, While he wept with joy to hear. Piper, sit thee down and write In a book that all may read.” So he vanish'd from my sight, And I pluck'd a hollow reed, And I made a rural pen, And I stain'd the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs, Every child may joy to hear. S A CRADLE SONG WILLIAM BLAKE LEEP, sleep, beauty bright, Dreaming in the joys of night; Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and weep. Sweet babe, in thy face As thy softest limbs I feel, Oh, the cunning wiles that creep When thy little heart doth wake, A LAUGHING SONG WILLIAM BLAKE HEN the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, When the air does laugh with our merry wit, When the meadows laugh with lively green, With their sweet round mouths sing, “Ha, ha, he!” When the painted birds laugh in the shade, THE ECHOING GREEN WILLIAM BLAKE HE sun does arise THE And make happy the skies; The merry bells ring To welcome the Spring; The skylark and thrush, The birds of the bush, To the bells' cheerful sound; Old John, with white hair, Sitting under the oak, They laugh at our play, “Such, such were the joys When we all girls and boys In our youth-time were seen On the echoing green." |