First song by a shepherd

Welcome stranger to this place,
Where joy doth sit on every bough,
Paleness flies from every face,
We reap not what we do not sow.

                  (...)

William Blake: " First song by a shepherd."


( Benvido, extranxeiro, a este lugar/ onde a felicidade pousase en tódalas ponlas,/ a palidez voa de tódolas faces./ Non colleitamos o que non sembramos.)