William Blake (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)
Poems by William Blake : 35 / 138
Infant Joy
'I have no name;
I am but two days old.'
What shall I call thee?
'I happy am,
Joy is my name.'
Sweet joy befall thee!
Pretty joy!
Sweet joy, but two days old.
Sweet Joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile,
I sing the while;
Sweet joy befall thee!
William Blake
Submitted: Wednesday, May 09, 2001
Edited: Wednesday, May 09, 2001
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Poems by William Blake : 35 / 138
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Pure. Innocent. Sweet. Made me smile as I read.
Infant Joy? The joy of life?