| The Rhythm of Our Days |
All year 'roundTHE SCHOOLBOY
I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his horn, And the sky-lark sings with me. O! what sweet company.
But to go to school in a summer morn, O! 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 learnings bower, Worn thro' 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 nip'd, And blossoms blown away, And if the tender plants are strip'd Of their joy in the springing day, By sorrow and cares 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.
--William Blake from SONGS OF EXPERIENCE, 1794 My friend Misty posted this on her blog today. See Leaving a Legacy. I love the poem, love it's sentiment. The beautiful freedom of summer is the primary thing that got me thinking about a year 'round, life-learning routine rather than the traditional schedule. Because beautiful days and discovery aren't contained in one season. And books and purposeful education shouldn't, in my opinion, be kept into such boundaries. Freedom is for all seasons, for all times, for all people. I love our rhythm that seems to strike a balance that allows for the savored joy of every season. 10:55 PM - Jun. 24, 2006 - post comment
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