The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Babes in the Wood, by R. Caldecott
Their prettye lippes with blackberries
Were all besmear’d and dyed;
And when they sawe the darksome night,
They sat them downe and cryed.
Thus wandered these two prettye babes,
Till death did end their grief;
In one another’s armes they dyed,
As babes wanting relief.
No burial these prettye babes
Of any man receives,
Till Robin-redbreast* painfully
Did cover them with leaves.
In one another’s arms they dyed.
* A robin redbreast in a cage / puts all heaven in a rage [William Blake]
Every night and every morn / some to misery are born
Every morn and every night / some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to sweet delight / some are born to endless night