The Echoing Green
William Blake
1757 to 1827
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The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
the bells’ cheerful sound;
While our sports shall be
On the echoing green.
Old John, with white hair,
laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the folk.
They laugh at our play,
And soon they say,
‘Such, such were the joys
When we all—girls boys—
In our youth-time were seen
On the echoing green.’
Till the little ones, weary,
No more can merry:
The sun does descend,
And our sports have end.
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sport no more seen
On the darkening green.