William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

On Another's Sorrow - Poem by William Blake

Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek for kind relief?

Can I see a falling tear,
And not feel my sorrow's share?
Can a father see his child
Weep, nor be with sorrow filled?

Can a mother sit and hear
An infant groan, an infant fear?
No, no! never can it be!
Never, never can it be!

And can He who smiles on all
Hear the wren with sorrows small,
Hear the small bird's grief and care,
Hear the woes that infants bear --

And not sit beside the next,
Pouring pity in their breast,
And not sit the cradle near,
Weeping tear on infant's tear?

And not sit both night and day,
Wiping all our tears away?
Oh no! never can it be!
Never, never can it be!

He doth give his joy to all:
He becomes an infant small,
He becomes a man of woe,
He doth feel the sorrow too.

Think not thou canst sigh a sigh,
And thy Maker is not by:
Think not thou canst weep a tear,
And thy Maker is not year.

Oh He gives to us his joy,
That our grief He may destroy:
Till our grief is fled an gone
He doth sit by us and moan.


Comments about On Another's Sorrow by William Blake

  • Rookie - 82 Points Cal Bunge (5/22/2015 10:55:00 AM)

    This poem is pretty awesome. I like Blake's style. The way he talks about sympathy and empathy is really well done. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Christian Eliab Ratnam (10/20/2005 10:17:00 PM)

    Beautiful Poem! This poem embraced my heart the moment I read the first line. Great write but I do not agree with the last line, other than that Mr Blake has done a fabulous job! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 9, 2001

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 9, 2001


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