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 chear, <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 chear, <br />So I sung 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 vanished from my sight <br />And I pluck'd a hollow reed. <br /> <br />And I made a rural pen, <br />And I stained 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/songs-of-innocence-introduction/
