Poems of William Blake

 Infant joy

 “I have no name;
 I am but two days old.” 
 What shall I call thee? 
 “I happy am,
 Joy is my name.” 
 Sweet joy befall thee!

 Pretty joy! 
 Sweet joy, but two days old. 
 Sweet Joy I call thee: 
 Thou dost smile,
 I sing the while;
 Sweet joy befall thee!