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Lyric Poem · Nature

The Chimney Sweeper

by William Blake

A little black thing in the snow,

Crying "weep! weep!" in notes of woe!

"Where are thy father and mother? Say!" —

"They are both gone up to the church to pray.

"Because I was happy upon the heath,

And smiled among the winter's snow,

They clothed me in the clothes of death,

And taught me to sing the notes of woe.

"And because I am happy and dance and sing,

They think they have done me no injury,

And are gone to praise God and his priest and king,

Who make up a heaven of our misery."

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Poem
The Chimney Sweeper
Poet
William Blake
Length
12 lines
Form
Lyric Poem
Themes
Nature, Sad, Winter

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Shape
12 lines · 3 quatrains
Line length
Lines run 8-11 syllables (median 10), consistent with pentameter. No single length dominates, which is normal once elision and contraction are in play.

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Author record
William Blake1757–1827
Source record
PoetryDBThe Chimney Sweeper by william-blake, PoetryDB transcription
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