The Blue Poetry Book

AND THE IDOLS ARE BROKE IN THE TEMPLE OF BAAL

THE

BLUE POETRY BOOK

NURSE'S SONG

WHEN the 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 and play till the light fades away,

And then go home to bed.

The little ones leap'd and shouted and laugh'd;

And all the hills echoed.

W. BLAKE.

Livros