The Echoing Green
William Blake
1757 to 1827
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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On the echoing green.'
The sun does arise,
To welcome the Spring;
And make happy the skies;
And sport no more seen
They laugh at our play,
Sitting under the oak,
To the bells' cheerful sound;
Among the old folk.
Till the little ones, weary,
Sing louder around
Like birds in their nest,
The merry bells ring
In our youth-time were seen
Old John, with white hair,
Round the laps of their mothers
The birds of the bush,
When we all—girls and boys—
Are ready for rest,
'Such, such were the joys
The sun does descend,
No more can be merry:
On the darkening green.
On the echoing green.
And soon they all say,
Does laugh away care,
Many sisters and brothers,
While our sports shall be seen
The skylark and thrush,
And our sports have an end.