Nurse’s Song by William Blake
I like this poem. I think it’s deceptively simple-sounding.
Nurse’s Song
By William Blake
When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And whisp’rings are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
Your spring & your day are wasted in play,
And your winter and night in disguise.
