the school boy...

"People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."

The School Boy

I love to rise in a summer morn,


When the birds sing on every tree;

The distant huntsman winds his horn,

And the sky-lark sings with me.

O! what sweet company.



But to go to school in a summer morn,

O! it drives all joy away;

Under a cruel eye outworn.

The little ones spend the day,

In sighing and dismay.



Ah! then at times I drooping sit,

And spend many an anxious hour,

Nor in my book can I take delight,

Nor sit in learnings bower,

Worn thro' with the dreary shower.



How can the bird that is born for joy,

Sit in a cage and sing.

How can a child when fears annoy.

But droop his tender wing.

And forget his youthful spring.



O! father & mother. if buds are nip'd,

And blossoms blown away,

And if the tender plants are strip'd

Of their joy in the springing day,

By sorrow and care's dismay.



How shall the summer arise in joy.

Or the summer fruits appear.

Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy

Or bless the mellowing year.

When the blasts of winter appear.

William Blake

The poet William Blake was very uncomfortable and unexcited with going to school when he wrote this poem. My school boy on the other hand...was too eager to attend!  He knew that every morning his sweetheart would save a seat next to her.

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