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! '
great job...................................................... that was really good
first of blakes poems i have read and im not dissapointed.
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.
Old Language Amazing to read...
Troubled, wildered and forlorn... greatly expressed!
A mind blowing dream woven in an equally fantastic melody, rich in rhyme and rhythm.
I am set to light the ground While the beetle goes his round SYLVA- ONYEMA UBA
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in my a dream in my a dream world is large but Allah the best of the best wherever and whenever Junglorong, 6 May 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
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.