Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Song of Innocence

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.
- William Blake

What strikes me most in the poem is its simplicity. There are no big things to tell, no greatest of imagination either. Yet, this takes us through a wonderful journey - with the rhyme so beautiful, we are bound to have a grand time reading it...

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