Piping down the valleys wild,Piping songs of pleasant glee,On a cloud I saw a child,And he laughing said to me:“Pipe a song about a Lamb!”So I piped with merry cheer.“Piper, pipe that song again”;So I piped: he wept to hear.“Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;Sing thy songs of happy cheer!”So I sang the same again,While he wept with joy to hear.“Piper, sit thee down and writeIn a book that all may read.”So he vanish’d from my sight,And I pluck’d a hollow reed,And I made a rural pen,And I stain’d the water clear,And I wrote my happy songsEvery child may joy to hear.
Piping down the valleys wild,Piping songs of pleasant glee,On a cloud I saw a child,And he laughing said to me:“Pipe a song about a Lamb!”So I piped with merry cheer.“Piper, pipe that song again”;So I piped: he wept to hear.“Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;Sing thy songs of happy cheer!”So I sang the same again,While he wept with joy to hear.“Piper, sit thee down and writeIn a book that all may read.”So he vanish’d from my sight,And I pluck’d a hollow reed,And I made a rural pen,And I stain’d the water clear,And I wrote my happy songsEvery child may joy to hear.
Piping down the valleys wild,Piping songs of pleasant glee,On a cloud I saw a child,And he laughing said to me:
Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:
“Pipe a song about a Lamb!”So I piped with merry cheer.“Piper, pipe that song again”;So I piped: he wept to hear.
“Pipe a song about a Lamb!”
So I piped with merry cheer.
“Piper, pipe that song again”;
So I piped: he wept to hear.
“Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;Sing thy songs of happy cheer!”So I sang the same again,While he wept with joy to hear.
“Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;
Sing thy songs of happy cheer!”
So I sang the same again,
While he wept with joy to hear.
“Piper, sit thee down and writeIn a book that all may read.”So he vanish’d from my sight,And I pluck’d a hollow reed,
“Piper, sit thee down and write
In a book that all may read.”
So he vanish’d from my sight,
And I pluck’d a hollow reed,
And I made a rural pen,And I stain’d the water clear,And I wrote my happy songsEvery child may joy to hear.
And I made a rural pen,
And I stain’d the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
William Blake.