William Blake Poems

The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
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O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
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Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,
By the stream and o'er the mead;
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Love and harmony combine,
And round our souls entwine
While thy branches mix with mine,
And our roots together join.
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'I have no name;
I am but two days old.'
What shall I call thee?
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And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
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You don't believe - I won't attempt to make ye:
You are asleep - I won't attempt to wake ye.
Sleep on! sleep on! while in your pleasant dreams
Of Reason you may drink of Life's clear streams.
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My mother groaned, my father wept,
Into the dangerous world I leapt;
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
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Merry, merry sparrow!
Under leaves so green
A happy blossom
Sees you, swift as arrow,
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Pity would be no more
If we did not make somebody Poor;
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
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