Pierre-Auguste Renoir, 1866
As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild Flower
Singing a song.
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild Flower
Singing a song.
I slept in the earth
In the silent night,
I murmured my fears
And I felt delight.
In the silent night,
I murmured my fears
And I felt delight.
In the morning I went
As rosy as morn,
To seek for new joy;
But oh! met with scorn.
As rosy as morn,
To seek for new joy;
But oh! met with scorn.
The Wild Flower's Song
William Blake
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