Poemsby William Blake

The Chimney-Sweeper

The Little Boy Found

The Little Boy Lost

 "Father, father, where are you going?
   Oh do not walk so fast!
 Speak, father, speak to you little boy,
   Or else I shall be lost."

 
 The night was dark, no father was there,
   The child was wet with dew;
 The mire was deep, and the child did weep,
   And away the vapour flew.

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The Chimney-Sweeper

The Little Boy Found