Piping Down the Valleys Wild
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.
Poem by
William Blake
Biography |
Poems
| Best Poems | Short Poems
| Quotes
|
Email Poem |
More Poems by William Blake
Comments, Analysis, and Meaning on Piping Down the Valleys Wild
Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Piping Down the Valleys Wild here.
Commenting turned off, sorry.