Merry, merry sparrow!
Under leaves so green
A happy blossom
Sees you, swift as arrow,
Seek your cradle narrow,
Near my bosom.
Pretty, pretty robin!
Under leaves so green
A happy blossom
Hears you sobbing, sobbing,
Pretty, pretty robin,
Near my bosom.
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I adore Blake, he is the most versatile poet of his time. He is playful, yet has an inner strength that is mightier than any Wilkinson, man or sword! This is a sweet, hard poem that juxtaposes nature nicely, especially the lines "... swift as arrow/...your cradle narrow,/..." I think the Greeks call this zeugma. Peace
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