William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

Reeds Of Innocence - Poem by William Blake

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.


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  • (9/24/2016 2:53:00 AM)


    Simply superb, the poem as also the imagination behind it. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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