William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

A Dream - Poem by William Blake

Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass methought I lay.

Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangle spray,
All heart-broke, I heard her say:

'Oh my children! do they cry,
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see,
Now return and weep for me.'

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, 'What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night?

'I am set to light the ground,
While the beetle goes his round:
Follow now the beetle's hum;
Little wanderer, hie thee home! '


Comments about A Dream by William Blake

  • Rookie - 0 Points Moh. Ghufron Cholid (5/6/2015 3:54:00 AM)

    in my a dream in my a dream world is large but Allah the best of the best wherever and whenever Junglorong, 6 May 2015 (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 16 Points Diamond Snow (8/8/2013 1:08:00 PM)

    Interesting poem...........Nice (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 14,632 Points * Sunprincess * (9/21/2012 5:17:00 PM)

    love the images of the glow worm and beetle...excellence... :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Dennis Green (8/17/2011 10:05:00 PM)

    Blake's ability to blend rhyme into the simple narrative is what gives his work so much power & beauty. It lodges inside the heart, making the human associations so compelling & profound. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sangnam Nam (8/10/2009 10:25:00 AM)

    You hear the beatles, the light-worms glow-worms
    the insects the birds the singers
    in the end (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Edowaye Omorogbe (3/8/2008 9:42:00 AM)

    great job...................................................... that was really good (Report) Reply

  • Rookie X X (2/22/2008 3:18:00 AM)

    first of blakes poems i have read and im not dissapointed. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Blue angel Florida (8/20/2007 6:15:00 PM)

    Old Language Amazing to read... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Perfection Is Flawed (9/2/2005 4:52:00 AM)

    It's a really beautiful poem, especially the way he wrote 'O'er my angel-guarded bed', and I found out that an emmet is actually an ant, so she was lost in such a big world, and probably felt quite hopeless. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Christian Eliab Ratnam (5/25/2005 7:53:00 PM)

    A Beautiful Poem indeed. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 9, 2001

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 18, 2014


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