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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!'
William Blake
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Wednesday, May 09, 2001 |
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Comments about this poem (A Dream
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Dennis Green (8/17/2011 10:05:00 PM)
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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.
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Sangnam Nam (8/10/2009 10:25:00 AM)
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You hear the beatles, the light-worms glow-worms
the insects the birds the singers
in the end
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Edowaye Omorogbe (3/8/2008 9:42:00 AM)
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great job...................................................... that was really good
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X X (2/22/2008 3:18:00 AM)
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first of blakes poems i have read and im not dissapointed.
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Perfection Is Flawed (9/2/2005 4:52:00 AM)
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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.
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