Introduction - William Blake

    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 sung the same again,
    While he wept with joy to hear.

    "Piper, sit thee down and write
    In a book, that all may read."
    So he vanished from my sight;
    And I plucked a hollow reed,

    And I made a rural pen,
    And I stained the water clear,
    And I wrote my happy songs
    Every child may joy to hear.


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