by William Blake (1757 - 1827)

Language: English 
Our translations:  CAT
When the voices of children are heard on the green 
And whisp'rings are in the dale, 
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind, 
My face turns green and pale. 

Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, 
And the dews of night arise; 
Your spring & your day are wasted in play, 
And your winter and night in disguise.

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This text was added to the website: 2005-01-17
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