Montag, 6. März 2017


The Sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;

The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing lounder around
To the bells` chearful sound,
While our sports shall be seen
On the Echoing Green.

Old John, with white hair,
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk.
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say:

“Such, such were the joys
When we all, girls & boys,
In our youth time were seen
On the Eching Green.”

Till the little ones, weary,
No more can be merry;
The sun does descend,
And our sports have on end.
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers.
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sports no more seen
On the darkening Green.

William Blake

Foto:  Unser irischer Garten im März 2016

Noch eine Woche bis zur Rückkehr nach Calla und die Vorfreude ist riesig!