iping 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 sung 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.

William Blake

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