Skip to content

Songs of Innocence-The Schoolboy

February 1, 2011

Songs of Innocence-The Schoolboy By William Blake

I love to rise in a summer morn
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me.
Oh, what sweet company!
But to go to school in a summer morn,
Oh! it drives all joy away;
Under a cruel eye outworn
The little ones spend the day
In sighing and dismay.
Ah! then at times I drooping sit,
And spend many an anxious hour;
Nor in my book can I take delight,
Nor sit in learning’s bower,
Worn through with the dreary shower.
How can the bird that is born for joy
Sit in a cage and sing?
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his youthful spring?
O, father and mother, if buds are nipped
And blossoms blown away,
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the springing day,
By sorrow and care’s dismay,
How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
Or how shall we gather what grief’s destroy,
Or bless the mellowing year,
When the blasts of winter appear?

  1. Good point, added your blog to my bookmarks

  2. Big fan of this site, a bunch of your posts have really helped me out. Looking forward to updates!

  3. Good work! Thanks for such interesting post as I were able to find here. I agree with much of what is written here and I am going to be coming back to this site again.

Comments are closed.