Question

Till the little ones, weary,
No more can be merry,
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end.
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sport no more seen
On the darkening Green.
(a) Name the poem and the poet.​

Answer 1

Answer:

Name of the poem is :- The Echoing Green

Poet name :- William Blake