Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me:'Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again;'So I piped: he wept to hear.'Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;Sing thy songs of happy cheer:'So I sang the same again, While he wept with joy to hear.'Piper, sit thee down and writeIn a book, that all may read.'So he vanish'd from my sight, And I pluck'd a hollow reed,And I made a rural pen, And I stain'd the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear.
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Перевод С. Маршака
Дул я в звонкую свирель. Вдруг на тучке в вышине Я увидел колыбель, И дитя сказало мне:— Милый путник, не спеши. Можешь песню мне сыграть? — Я сыграл от всей души,А потом сыграл опять.
