The Children's Garland from the Best Poets

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 sang 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 vanish'd from my sight;

And I pluck'd a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,

And I stain'd the water clear,

And I wrote my happy songs

Every child may joy to hear.

W. Blake

Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger,

Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her

The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws

The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.

Hail, bounteous May, that doth inspire

Mirth and youth and warm desire!

Woods and groves are of thy dressing,

Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.

Thus we salute thee with our early song,

And welcome thee, and wish thee long.

J. Milton

Now the hungry lion roars,

And the wolf behowls the moon;

Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,

All with weary task foredone.

Now the wasted brands do glow,

Whilst the scritch owl, scritching loud,

Puts the wretch that lies in woe,

In remembrance of a shroud.

Now it is the time of night

That the graves, all gaping wide,

Every one lets forth his sprite,

In the churchway paths to glide:

And we fairies, that do run,

By the triple Hecate's team,

From the presence of the sun,

Following darkness like a dream,

Now are frolic; not a mouse

Shall disturb this hallowed house:

I am sent with broom before,

To sweep the dust behind the door.

Through the house give glimmering light;

By the dead and drowsy fire,

Every elf and fairy sprite,

Hop as light as bird from brier;

And this ditty after me,

Sing and dance it trippingly.

First rehearse this song by rote,

To each word a warbling note,

Hand in hand, with fairy grace,

We will sing, and bless this place.

W. Shakespeare