Lyric Poem · Life
Infant Joy
"I have no name;
I am but two days old."
What shall I call thee?
"I happy am,
Joy is my name."
Sweet joy befall thee!
Pretty joy!
Sweet joy, but two days old.
Sweet Joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile,
I sing the while;
Sweet joy befall thee!
This poem is in the public domain.
“Infant Joy” by William Blake — quilloak.com/poems/infant-joy
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