1Here, where the world is quiet;Here, where all trouble seemsDead winds' and spent waves' riotIn doubtful dreams of dreams;I watch the green field growingFor reaping folk and sowing,For harvest-time and mowing,A sleepy worl...

New feet within my garden go – New fingers stir the sod – A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude. New children play upon the green – New Weary sleep below – And still the pensive Spring returns – And still the punct...

The Smilepoem by William BlakeThere is a smile of love,And there is a smile of deceitAnd there is a smile of smilesIn which these two smiles meet.And there is a frown of hate,And there is a frown of disdain,And ther...