A little black thing among the snow, <br />Crying 'weep! 'weep!' in notes of woe! <br />'Where are thy father and mother? say?' <br />'They are both gone up to the church to pray. <br /> <br />Because I was happy upon the heath, <br />And smil'd among the winter's snow, <br />They clothed me in the clothes of death, <br />And taught me to sing the notes of woe. <br /> <br />And because I am happy and dance and sing, <br />They think they have done me no injury, <br />And are gone to praise God and his Priest and King, <br />Who make up a heaven of our misery.'<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-chimney-sweeper-a-little-black-thing-among-the-snow/
