INFANT JOY 'I HAVE no name: I am but two days old.' Joy is my name,' Sweet joy befall thee! Pretty Joy! Sweet Joy, but two days old. Sweet Joy I call thee: I sing the while, Sweet joy befall thee! William Blake LAUGHING SONG WHEN the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, When the meadows laugh with lively green, With their sweet round mouths sing, 'Ha, ha, hel' When the painted birds laugh in the shade, William Blake NURSE'S SONG WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green, My heart is at rest within my breast, "Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of night arise; Come, come, leave off play, and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies.' 'No, no, let us play, for it is yet day, And we cannot go to sleep; Besides, in the sky the little birds fly, And the hills are all cover'd with sheep.' 'Well, well, go and play till the light fades away, And then go home to bed.' The little ones leapèd, and shouted, and laugh'd, And all the hills echoèd. William Blake THE SHEPHERD HOW sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot! For he hears the lamb's innocent call, NURSE'S SONG WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green, My heart is at rest within my breast, "Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of night arise; Come, come, leave off play, and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies.' 'No, no, let us play, for it is yet day, And we cannot go to sleep; Besides, in the sky the little birds fly, And the hills are all cover'd with sheep.' 'Well, well, go and play till the light fades away, And then go home to bed.' The little ones leapèd, and shouted, and laugh'd, And all the hills echoèd. William Blake |