The Ecchoing Green by William Blake


from Songs of Innocence

by William Blake

This photo invites us to come frolic in a summer meadow.The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells’ cheerful sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the ecchoing Green.

Old John, with white hair,
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk.
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say,
“Such, such were the joys
When we all–girls and boys–
In our youth-time were seen
On the ecchoing Green.”

Till the little ones, weary,
No more can be merry:
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end.
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sport no more seen
On the darkening green.


Northwestern University Library owns a copy of Blake’s own original illustrations for “The Ecchoing Green.” These are beautiful; do take a moment to look at them! Click on each page to view an enlarged image.


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