The Chimney-Sweeper

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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From Songs of Experience
'Because I was happy upon the heath,
    'They are both gone up to the church to pray.
'And because I am happy and dance and sing,
And are gone to praise God and His priest and king,
    And smiled among the winter's snow,
A little black thing among the snow,
    Who made up a heaven of our misery.'
    They think they have done me no injury,
'Where are thy father and mother? Say!'—
    Crying! 'weep! weep!' in notes of woe!
    And taught me to sing the notes of woe.
They clothed me in the clothes of death,