How sweet is the Shepherds sweet lot,
From the morn to the evening he strays :
He shall follow his sheep all the day
Ahd his tongue shall be filled with praise.
For he hears the lambs innocent call.
And he hears the ewes tender reply.
He is watchful while they are in peace,
For they know when their Shepherd is nigh.
William BLAKE, Songs of Innocence and of Experience
He who binds to himself a joy
RépondreSupprimerDoes the wingèd life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sunrise.
C'est très beau ! De qui est-ce ?
RépondreSupprimerWilliam Blake
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