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SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE



and THE BOOK of THEL







by William Blake









 







 SONGS OF INNOCENCE



 



 



 INTRODUCTION



 



 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 sang 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。



 



 



 THE SHEPHERD



 



 How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot!



 From the morn to the evening he stays;



 He shall follow his sheep all the day;



 And his tongue shall be filled with praise。



 



 For he hears the lambs' innocent call;



 And he hears the ewes' tender reply;



 He is watching while they are in peace;



 For they know when their Shepherd is nigh。



 



 



 THE ECHOING GREEN



 



 The sun does arise;



 And make happy the skies;



 The merry bells ring



 To welcome the Spring;



 The skylark and thrush;



 The birds of the bush;



 Sing louder around



 To the bells' cheerful sound;



 While our sports shall be seen



 On the echoing Green。



 



 Old John; with white hair;



 Does laugh away care;



 Sitting under the oak;



 Among the old folk。



 They laugh at our play;



 And soon they all say;



 〃Such; such were the joys



 When we all  girls and boys 



 In our youth…time were seen



 On the echoing Green。〃



 



 Till the little ones; weary;



 No more can be merry:



 The sun does descend;



 And our sports have an end。



 Round the laps of their mothers



 Many sisters and brothers;



 Like birds in their nest;



 Are ready for rest;



 And sport no more seen



 On the darkening green。



 



 



 THE LAMB



 



   Little Lamb; who make thee



   Dost thou know who made thee;



 Gave thee life; and bid thee feed



 By the stream and o'er the mead;



 Gave thee clothing of delight;



 Softest clothing; wolly; bright;



 Gave thee such a tender voice;



 Making all the vales rejoice?



   Little Lamb; who made thee?



   Dost thou know who made thee?



 



   Little Lamb; I'll tell thee;



   Little Lamb; I'll tell thee:



 He is called by thy name;



 For He calls Himself a Lamb



 He is meek; and He is mild;



 He became a little child。



 I a child; and thou a lamb;



 We are called by His name。



   Little Lamb; God bless thee!



   Little Lamb; God bless thee!



 



 



 THE LITTLE BLACK BOY



 



 My mother bore me in the southern wild;



   And I  am black; but oh my soul is white!



 White as an angel is the English child;



   But I am black; as if bereaved of light。



 



 My mother taught me underneath a tree;



   And; sitting down before the heat of day;



 She took me on her lap and kissed me;



   And; pointed to the east; began to say:



 



 〃Look on the rising sun: there God does live;



   And gives His light; and gives His heat away;



 And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive



   Comfort in morning; joy in the noonday。



 



 〃And we are put on earth a little space;



   That we may learn to bear the beams of love



 And these black bodies and this sunburnt face



   Is but a cloud; and like a shady grove。



 



 〃For when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear;



   The cloud will vanish; we shall hear His voice;



 Saying; 'Come out from the grove; my love and care



   And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice';〃



 



 Thus did my mother say; and kissed me;



 And thus I say to little English boy。



 When I from black and he from white cloud free;



 And round the tent of God like lambs we joy



 



 I'll shade him from the heat till he can bear



 To lean in joy upon our Father's knee;



 And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair;



 And be like him; and he will then love me。



 



 



 THE BLOSSOM



 



 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。



 







 THE CHIMNEY…SWEEPER



 



 When my mother died I was very young;



 And my father sold me while yet my tongue



 Could scarcely cry 〃Weep! weep! weep! weep!〃



 So your chimneys I sweep; and in soot I sleep。



 



 There's little Tom Dacre; who cried when his head;



 That curled like a lamb's back; was shaved; so I said;



 〃Hush; Tom! never mind it; for; when your head's bare;



 You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair。〃



 



 And so he was quiet; and that very night;



 As Tom was a…sleeping; he had such a sight! 



 That thousands of sweepers; Dick; Joe; Ned; and Jack;



 Were all of them locked up in coffins of black。



 



 And by came an angel; who had a bright key;



 And he opened the coffins; and let them all free;



 Then down a green plain; leaping; laughing; they run;



 And wash in a river; and shine in the sun。



 



 Then naked and white; all their bags left behind;



 They rise upon clouds; and sport in the wind;



 And the Angel told Tom; if he'd be a good boy;



 He'd have God for his father; and never want joy。



 



 And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark;



 And got with our bags and our brushes to work。



 Though the morning was cold; Tom was happy and warm:



 So; if all do their duty; they need not fear harm。



 



 



 THE LITTLE BOY LOST



 



 〃Father; father; where are you going?



   Oh do not walk so fast!



 Speak; father; speak to you little boy;



   Or else I shall be lost。〃



 



 The night was dark; no father was there;



   The child was wet with dew;



 The mire was deep; and the child did weep;



   And away the vapour flew。



 



 



 THE LITTLE BOY FOUND



 



 The little boy lost in the lonely fen;



   Led by the wandering light;



 Began to cry; but God; ever nigh;



   Appeared like his father; in white。



 



 He kissed the child; and by the hand led;



   And to his mother brought;



 Who in sorrow pale; through the lonely dale;



   The little boy weeping sought。



 



 



 LAUGHING SONG



 



 When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy;



 And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;



 When the air does laugh with our merry wit;



 And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;



 



 when the meadows laugh with lively green;



 And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene;



 When Mary and Susan and Emily



 With their sweet round mouths sing 〃Ha; ha he!〃



 



 When the painted birds laugh in the shade;



 Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread:



 Come live; and be merry; and join with me;



 To sing the sweet chorus of 〃Ha; ha; he!〃



 



 



 A  SONG



 



 Sweet dreams; form a shade



 O'er my lovely infant's head!



 Sweet dreams of pleasant streams



 By happy; silent; moony beams!



 



 Sweet Sleep; with soft down



 Weave thy brows an infant crown



 Sweet Sleep; angel mild;



 Hover o'er my happy child!



 



 Sweet smiles; in the night



 Hover over my delight!



 Sweet smiles; mother's smile;



 All the livelong night beguile。



 



 Sweet moans; dovelike sighs;



 Chase not slumber from thine eyes!



 Sweet moan; sweeter smile;



 All the dovelike moans beguile。



 



 Sleep; sleep; happy child!



 All creation slept and smiled。



 Sleep; sleep; happy sleep;



 While o'er thee doth mother weep。



 



 Sweet babe; in thy face



 Holy image I can trace;



 Sweet babe; once like thee



 Thy Maker lay; and wept for me:



 



 Wept for me; for thee; for all;



 When He was an infant small。
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