piper

Piper At The Gates Of Dawn

blake at the gates

a

thousand thanks to

peacay at BibliOdyssey

for never failing to astonish

& delight

william blake

nurse's song

When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.

‘Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
Come, come leave off play, and let us away
Till the morning appears in the skies.’

‘No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,
And we cannot go to sleep;
Besides, in the sky the little birds fly,
And the hills are all cover'd with sheep.’

‘Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,
And then go home to bed.’
The little ones leapèd, and shoutèd, and laugh'd
And all the hills echoèd.

-wm. blake 1798

Time for William Blake and M. B. Goffstein

“Goffstein is a minimalist, 

but her text and pictures carry 

the same emotional freight as 

William Blake’s admonishment 

to see the world in a grain of 

sand and eternity in an hour.”

— Time

www.mbgoffstein.com