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.
Not your poem you ! ! ! Written by William Blake and not you. Gotcha! Wanker!
Sharing it you say now, only after being caught out. No William Blake name attached you forgot to share. You plagiarist scumbag.
Sharing it? Without stating it was William Blakes who wrote it. And it is already on here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was written by William Blake