Bedtime Story Conservatory 35 30/04/2020

Hello everyone,

Today is 22 years since I was born, it's weird to know that i'm still standing, or sitting, 8030 days later.

For this reason also, I am privileged in that I have been able to celebrate my birthday today, and I haven't had time to record anything. But I want to share with you the following poems by 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.

Infant Sorrow

My mother groand! my father wept.
Into the dangerous world I leapt:

Helpless, naked, piping loud;

Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

Struggling in my fathers hands:

Striving against my swaddling bands:

Bound and weary I thought best

To sulk upon my mothers breast.

Apologies again for the lack of a recording. These poems are nice and I got excited about them. I hope you are all well today, stay safe, stay sound.

With infinite love and infinite warmth,

Sam