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THE WAY OF POETRY
FROM "SONGS OF INNOCENCE”
PIPING down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
"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:'
While he wept with joy to hear.
“Piper, sit thee down and write
In a book, that all may read."
And I pluck'd a hollow reed,
And I made a rural pen,
And I stain'd the water clear,
William Blake LITTLE TROTTY WAGTAIL
LITTLE trotty wagtail, he went in the rain,
straight again. He stooped to get a worm, and looked up to get a fly, And then he flew away ere his feathers they were
Little trotty wagtail, he waddled in the mud,
tail, And chirrupt up his wings to dry upon the garden
Little trotty wagtail, you nimble all about,
out; Your home is nigh at hand, and in the warm pig-stye, So, little Master Wagtail, I'll bid you a good-bye.
IN THE POPPY FIELD
Mad Patsy said, he said to me,
poppy seed among
And then, he said, the angels run
A poppy is a devil weed,
And then he stretched out in the sun
ON A FAVOURITE CAT, DROWNED IN A
TUB OF GOLDFISHES
"T was on a lofty vase's side,
The azure flowers that blow,
Gazed on the lake below.