by William Blake

Laughing Song


When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

when the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing "Ha, ha he!"

When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread:
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of "Ha, ha, he!"

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Written on 2015-02-04 at 13:31

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!

So lovely to read a happy poem, I too haven't seen this Blake poem before, ha,ha,he!

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
of summer time , August , long hot days
punting down the river , sat on the riverbank
cloth spread out , with a picnicked , waiting to tuck into
oh for those summer days
Ken :)

A giddy and grand ode to joy, nature, and living. Thanks for posting. I'd never seen this Blake poem before. Exhilarating.