![]() They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind:Īnd the angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy, Then naked and white, all their bags left behind, ![]() Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing, they runĪnd wash in a river, and shine in the sun. Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.Īnd by came an angel, who had a bright key,Īnd he opened the coffins, and set them all free That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack, You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.'Īnd so he was quiet, and that very night,Īs Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight!. 'Hush, Tom! never mind it, for, when your head's bare, ![]() That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved so I said, There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head, So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep. Purchase AO's Volume 3 collection, which includes William Blake, Sara Teasdale, Hilda Conkling, and Helen Hunt Jackson in paperback or for Kindle ( $amzn) ( K)Īnd his tongue shall be filled with praise.įor they know when their shepherd is nigh.Īnd my father sold me while yet my tongueĬould scarcely cry 'Weep! weep! weep! weep!' We compiled a brief biography of William Blake for you. This page includes poems from the book Songs of Innocence it also includes other William Blake poems appropriate for children. ![]() ![]() Home > By Subject > Poetry > Poems of William Blake, 1757-1827 Poems of William Blake, 1757-1827 ![]()
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