The Echoing Green
William Blake
1757 to 1827
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Sitting under the oak,
Round the laps of their mothers
Like birds in their nest,
The sun does arise,
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.'
'Such, such were the joys
And our sports have an end.
To welcome the Spring;
Are ready for rest,
On the darkening green.
Sing louder around
Among the old folk.
In our youth-time were seen
On the echoing green.
The merry bells ring
The birds of the bush,
To the bells' cheerful sound;
Old John, with white hair,
And make happy the skies;
When we all—girls and boys—
No more can be merry:
Till the little ones, weary,
Does laugh away care,
Many sisters and brothers,
And sport no more seen
And soon they all say,
They laugh at our play,
The skylark and thrush,
The sun does descend,