Friday, April 8, 2011

National Poetry Month Day 8

The Angel by William Blake
I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen:
Guarded by an Angel mild;
Witless woe, was neer beguil'd!

And I wept both night and day
And he wip'd my tears away
And I wept both day and night
And hid from him my hearts delight

So he took his wings and fled:
Then the morn blush'd rosy red:
I dried my tears & armd my fears,
With ten thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was arm'd, he came in vain:
For the time of youth was fled
And grey hairs were on my head

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1 comment:

  1. I like the line about arming your fears, but beyond its sounding pretty, I'm afraid this one is lost on me as well. So maybe my favorite line is actually the first, "...what can it mean?"


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