Chimney+Sweeper,+Blake

Analytical Skill: tone of speaker, shift, attitude of the writer ** When my mother died I was very young, ** ** And my father sold me while yet my tongue, ** ** Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep, ** ** So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep. ** ** Theres little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head ** ** That curled like a lambs back was shav'd, so I said. ** ** Hush Tom never mind it, for when your head's bare, ** ** You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair ** ** And so he was quiet. & that very night. ** ** As Tom was a sleeping he had such a sight ** ** That thousand **
 * The Chimney SweeperWilliam Blake **