beth's+poem

The chimney sweeper:A little black thing among the snow

BY WILLIAM BLAKE

A little black thing among the snow crying "weep ! 'weep in notes of`woe! ,where are thy father and mother ? say?; they have both gone up to the church to pray.

Because Iwas happy upon the heath And smild among the winters snow They clothed me in the clothes of death; And taught me to sing the notes of woe.

And because Iam happy and dance and sing ; they think they have done me no injury; and are gone to praise god and his priests and king; who make up heaven of our misery.