Reeds Of Innocence Poem by William Blake

Reeds Of Innocence

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Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
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 sung 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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Abdulrauf Muhammad 12 May 2020

This is so beautiful I like it.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 24 September 2016

Simply superb, the poem as also the imagination behind it. Thanks for sharing it here.

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sunshine 23 April 2020

Can u explain it pls?

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