Piping down the valleys wild, <br /> Piping songs of pleasant glee, <br /> On a cloud I saw a child, <br /> And he laughing said to me: <br /> <br /> 'Pipe a song about a Lamb!' <br /> So I piped with merry cheer. <br /> 'Piper, pipe that song again;' <br /> So I piped: he wept to hear. <br /> <br /> 'Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe; <br /> Sing thy songs of happy cheer:!' <br /> So I sang the same again, <br /> While he wept with joy to hear. <br /> <br /> 'Piper, sit thee down and write <br /> In a book, that all may read.' <br /> So he vanish'd from my sight; <br /> And I pluck'd a hollow reed, <br /> <br /> And I made a rural pen, <br /> And I stain'd the water clear, <br /> And I wrote my happy songs <br /> Every child may joy to hear.<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/introduction-to-the-songs-of-innocence/
