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 a merry chear.
``Piper, pipe that song again;''
So I piped: he wept to hear.
``Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;
Sing thy songs of happy chear:''
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.
---- William Blake
I loved this poem in my school days!! ... I love it even now... I had by hearted it for our school's English orals. Thanks to those orals, I keep mumbling many poems in my leisure!!
3 comments:
I remember this!
Well not as good as you do but I do!
Somehow after all these years you can dig deeper in a piece of literature.
wow!
i think Daffodil madam taught us this right?
@buddy....maybe I amn't able to recall who taught us that poem....and btw "madam"??
We were more used to saying "teacher" as a suffix to the name. This was the suffix which gave me hell lot of trouble when I entered the gates of college life :)
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