The Chimney-Sweeper
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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A little black thing among the snow,
They clothed me in the clothes of death,
'They are both gone up to the church to pray.
And taught me to sing the notes of woe.
From Songs of Experience
'Where are thy father and mother? Say!'—
'Because I was happy upon the heath,
They think they have done me no injury,
And smiled among the winter's snow,
'And because I am happy and dance and sing,
Who made up a heaven of our misery.'
Crying! 'weep! weep!' in notes of woe!
And are gone to praise God and His priest and king,