Блейк Уильям
«Песни Невинности и Опыта»

Pretty Pretty Robin Under leaves so green A happy Blossom Hears you sobbing sobbing Pretty Pretty Robin Near my Bosom.

ЦВЕТОК

Радостный Воробышек, Под листом Цветок Затаен: Жду - стрелою сладкой Ляжешь, как в кроватку, В мой бутон!

Милая Малиновка, Под листом Цветок Затаен: Слышу - ты рыдаешь И слезу роняешь В мой бутон!

THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER

When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue, Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep. So your chimneys I sweep in soot I sleep.

Theres little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head That curi'd like a lambs back, was shav'd, so I said, Hush Tom never mind it, for when your head's bare, You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.

And so he was quiet, that very night, As Tom was a sleeping he had such a sight, That thousands of sweepers Dick, Joe, Ned Jack Were all of them lock'd up in coffins of black,

And by came an Angel who had a bright key, And he open'd the coffins set them all free. Then down a green plain leaping laughing they run And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.

Then naked white, all their bags left behind, They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind. And the Angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy, He'd have God for his father never want joy.

And so Tom awoke and we rose in the dark And got with our bags our brushes to work. Tho' the morning was cold, Tom was happy warm. So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.