William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

The Blossom - Poem by William Blake

Merry, merry sparrow!
Under leaves so green
A happy blossom
Sees you, swift as arrow,
Seek your cradle narrow,
Near my bosom.
Pretty, pretty robin!
Under leaves so green
A happy blossom
Hears you sobbing, sobbing,
Pretty, pretty robin,
Near my bosom.


Comments about The Blossom by William Blake

  • Rookie David Meri (6/5/2011 9:28:00 AM)

    surely u don't get the song...
    crappp? ? ?
    tried to think on the human soul...
    and u will find a great song!
    this is william blake, for god sake! crap? !
    not in the same sentence... (Report) Reply

    5 person liked.
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  • Rookie Kevin Harrison (8/14/2006 6:19:00 AM)

    CRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPP! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points J P Klegg (6/29/2005 4:57:00 PM)

    Lord knows what this guy would've written about Batman. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Poem Edited: Monday, November 28, 2011


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