English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
William Blake
357. Nurses Song
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And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
And the dews of night arise;
Come, come, leave off play, and let us away
Till the morning appears in the skies.’
And we cannot go to sleep;
Besides, in the sky the little birds fly,
And the hills are all cover’d with sheep.’
And then go home to bed.’
The little ones leapèd and shoutèd and laugh’d
And all the hills echoèd.