Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
The Complete Poetry & Prose of William Blake by William Blake
When the voices of children. are heard on the green
And whisprings are in the dale:
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.

Then come home my children. the sun is gone down
And the dews of night arise
Your spring & your day. are wasted in play
And your winter and night in disguise.
  3.8k
       Elizabeth, ---, Diana E and Jillian Ross
Please log in to view and add comments on poems