PIPING 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 vanished from my sight; And I plucked a hollow reed, And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 4. THE MARKET-GIRL by THOMAS HARDY THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 21 by OMAR KHAYYAM AGAMEMNON: THE PURPLE CARPER by AESCHYLUS DRUM TAPS TO HEAVEN by JAMES CHURCH ALVORD THE DAUGHTER OF THE BLIND by ANNE M. F. ANNAN TO MISS RIGBY, ON HER ATTENDANCE UPON HER MOTHER AT BUXTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |