Treasure Island

William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

Love and Harmony


Love and harmony combine,
And round our souls entwine
While thy branches mix with mine,
And our roots together join.

Joys upon our branches sit,
Chirping loud and singing sweet;
Like gentle streams beneath our feet
Innocence and virtue meet.

Thou the golden fruit dost bear,
I am clad in flowers fair;
Thy sweet boughs perfume the air,
And the turtle buildeth there.

There she sits and feeds her young,
Sweet I hear her mournful song;
And thy lovely leaves among,
There is love, I hear his tongue.

There his charming nest doth lay,
There he sleeps the night away;
There he sports along the day,
And doth among our branches play.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Walterrean Salley (8/5/2012 10:20:00 PM)

    Love and harmong goes hand in hand. A sweet abode. This poem, so well written, is full of pleasant imagery. It flows like the gentle stream mentioned therein. Warms the heart. (Report) Reply

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