segunda-feira, 21 de janeiro de 2013

Song: I love the Jocund dance (William Blake)

I LOVE the jocund dance,
    The softly-breathing song,
Where innocent eyes do glance
    And where lisps the maiden’s tongue.

I love the laughing vale,
    I love the echoing hill,
    Where mirth does never fail,
    And the jolly swain laughs his fill.

I love the pleasant cot,
    I love the innocent bower,
Where white and brown is our lot
    Or fruit in the mid-day hour.

I love the oaken seat,
    Beneath the oaken tree,
Where all the old villagers meet,
    And laugh our sports to see.

I love our neighbours all,
    But, Kitty, I better love thee
And love them I ever shall,
    But thou art all to me.

William Blake

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