Poetry Friday usually slips right past me, but for the past week or so I’ve been reading (and growing increasingly inspired by) And the Skylark Sings with Me, by Rethinking Education speaker David Albert. Those of you better read than I may recognize Albert’s title as a quote from William Blake’s “The Schoolboy,” and in fact, each chapter in Albert’s book uses a verse from Blake as an epigram.
So, at least this once, I was prepared for Poetry Friday. Present performance is no guarantee of future results.
“The Schoolboy,” by William Blake
I love to rise in a summer morn
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me.
Oh, what sweet company!
But to go to school in a summer morn,
Oh! 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 learning’s bower,
Worn through 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 and mother, if buds are nipped
And blossoms blown away,
And if the tender plants are stripped
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?