Nurse’s Song
When voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at ease, for the voice of the boy
Is heard in the valley.

And play and delight in that sound
Is pleasure in the blazing light.

Come hither, my children;
I care not for your idleness!

Your joy is for me the sweetest reward
And I’ll weep if you don’t take my delight! William Blake

• William Blake