When voices of children are heard on the green <br />And laughing is heard on the hill, <br />My heart is at rest within my breast <br />And everything else is still <br /> <br />Then come home my children the sun is gone down <br />And the dews of night arise <br />Come come leave off play, and let us away <br />Till the morning appears in the skies <br /> <br />No no let us play, for it is yet day <br />And we cannot go to sleep <br />Besides in the sky, the little birds fly <br />And the hills are all covered with sheep <br /> <br />Well well go & play till the light fades away <br />And then go home to bed <br />The little ones leaped & shouted & laugh'd <br />And all the hills echoed<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nurse-s-song-innocence/
