When voices of children are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast
And everything else is still
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 covered with sheep
Well well go & play till the light fades away
And then go home to bed
The little ones leaped & shouted & laugh'd
And all the hills echoed
An amazing song of children displaying their urge to continue their play even while night is slowly approaching. Thanks for sharing.
.....a beautiful poem...childhood is the best time of life ★
I love how this poem is so serene. People often take innocence for granted. We tend to look back and want our innocence but that feeling is ever so fleeting. We look at children and we read about them, yet our own mess prevents us from seeing the purity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sweet song on the desire of children to play.....amusing