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Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
In the age of gold,
Free from winter's cold,
Youth and maiden bright,
To the holy light,
Naked in the sunny beams delight.
Once a youthful pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night.
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,
Strangers came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired wanderers weep.
To her father white
Came the maiden bright;
But his loving look,
Like the holy book
All her tender limbs with terror shook.
'Ona, pale and weak,
To thy father speak!
Oh the trembling fear!
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair!'
William Blake
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Click here to write your comments about this poem (A Little Girl Lost by William Blake)
Greenwolfe 1962 (1/6/2008 2:58:00 PM)
Blake , like all truly great poets, makes his statement in the opening
verse . That's where the understanding of a poem should be. If it's not
there , it's not a great poem. Blake is one of the true greats though
not all of his poems are . He is great because he knows what poetry
is as an Art . Unfortunately , that cannot be said of most . |
Riquetta Elliott (11/5/2007 10:43:00 AM)
I was not sure of the understanding of this poem, but it was profound. |
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