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...WHEN I WROTE A LITTLE by HAYDEN CARRUTH FROM THE SHORE by CARL SANDBURG DURING WIND AND RAIN by THOMAS HARDY THE BLINDED BIRD by THOMAS HARDY WILD SWANS by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY TO THE SHAH (2) by AWHAD AD-DIN 'ALI IBN VAHID MUHAMMAD KHAVARANI THE WIDOW OF GLENCOE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |