PEOPLE of England, ye who toil and groan, Who reap the harvests which are not your own, Who weave the clothes which your oppressors wear, And for your own take the inclement air; Who build warm houses ... And are like gods who give them all they have, And nurse them from the cradle to the grave ... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO TIRZAH, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE PALINODE; AUTUMN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL MOLLY PITCHER [JUNE 28, 1778] by KATE BROWNLEE SHERWOOD BIRDS by NESTA HIGGINSON SKRINE THE WORMS AT HEAVEN'S GATE by WALLACE STEVENS TO THE ROSE UPON THE ROOD OF TIME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |