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
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A poet's eye see the nature in its purest form. The song of joy comes only when we merge with nature and feel oneness.
Look at how many happy words sparkle happily in these verses. This is a real cutie: .... the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
The magic of nature comes alive in the form of colours and sounds which are not for our ears or eyes but for the heart of all nature lovers. It is the nature in full bloom. Wonderful poem.
I'm not laughing. William Blake has many better poems than this one that could have been chosen as Poem of the Day.
A nice poem -When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;
Absolutely love this : ) 5*****