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Home: Poetry: William Blake: The Angel
| THE ANGEL |
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a poem by William Blake
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- I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
- And that I was a maiden Queen
- Guarded by an Angel mild:
- Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!
- And I wept both night and day,
- And he wiped my tears away;
- And I wept both day and night,
- And hid from him my heart's delight.
- So he took his wings, and fled;
- Then the morn blushed rosy red.
- I dried my tears, and armed my fears
- With ten-thousand shields and spears.
- Soon my Angel came again;
- I was armed, he came in vain;
- For the time of youth was fled,
- And grey hairs were on my head.
| "The Angel" is reprinted from Songs of Innocence and Experience. William Blake. London: Basil Montague Pickering, 1866. |
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