William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

My Spectre Around Me Night And Day - Poem by William Blake


My spectre around me night and day
Like a wild beast guards my way;
My Emanation far within
Weeps incessantly for my sin.


`A fathomless and boundless deep,
There we wander, there we weep;
On the hungry craving wind
My Spectre follows thee behind.


`He scents thy footsteps in the snow,
Wheresoever thou dost go,
Thro' the wintry hail and rain.
When wilt thou return again?


`Dost thou not in pride and scorn
Fill with tempests all my morn,
And with jealousies and fears
Fill my pleasant nights with tears?


`Seven of my sweet loves thy knife
Has bereavèd of their life.
Their marble tombs I built with tears,
And with cold and shuddering fears.


`Seven more loves weep night and day
Round the tombs where my loves lay,
And seven more loves attend each night
Around my couch with torches bright.


`And seven more loves in my bed
Crown with wine my mournful head,
Pitying and forgiving all
Thy transgressions great and small.


`When wilt thou return and view
My loves, and them to life renew?
When wilt thou return and live?
When wilt thou pity as I forgive?'


`O'er my sins thou sit and moan:
Hast thou no sins of thy own?
O'er my sins thou sit and weep,
And lull thy own sins fast asleep.


`What transgressions I commit
Are for thy transgressions fit.
They thy harlots, thou their slave;
And my bed becomes their grave.


`Never, never, I return:
Still for victory I burn.
Living, thee alone I'll have;
And when dead I'll be thy grave.


`Thro' the Heaven and Earth and Hell
Thou shalt never, never quell:
I will fly and thou pursue:
Night and morn the flight renew.'


`Poor, pale, pitiable form
That I follow in a storm;
Iron tears and groans of lead
Bind around my aching head.


`Till I turn from Female love
And root up the Infernal Grove,
I shall never worthy be
To step into Eternity.


`And, to end thy cruel mocks,
Annihilate thee on the rocks,
And another form create
To be subservient to my fate.


`Let us agree to give up love,
And root up the Infernal Grove;
Then shall we return and see
The worlds of happy Eternity.


`And throughout all Eternity
I forgive you, you forgive me.
As 1000 our dear Redeemer said:
"This the Wine, and this the Bread."'

Comments about My Spectre Around Me Night And Day by William Blake

  • Susan Williams (9/24/2016 6:18:00 PM)

    He was certainly into the hidden mysticism of life, deep into symbolism—the deeper, the richer, the more conflicting the better. (Report) Reply

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  • Mizzy ........ (9/24/2016 4:55:00 AM)

    A master wordsmith at work...... (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (9/24/2016 2:55:00 AM)

    My Spectre Around Ne Night And Day
    Oundless deep! With the muse of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Bharati Nayak (9/24/2016 2:37:00 AM)

    The poet perhaps addresses his innerself or his conscience over questions of right or wrong. (Report) Reply

  • (3/15/2016 7:42:00 AM)

    Over my sins thou sit and moan
    Hast thou no sins of your own?
    Over my sins thou sit and weep
    And lull thy own sins fast asleep.
    Simply superb expression., penned by the great soul. Thanks for sharing it here.
    (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (3/15/2016 6:16:00 AM)

    world of happy eternity..very fine.. (Report) Reply

  • Mwenyeji Spikes (3/15/2016 2:20:00 AM)

    great read and inspiring too (Report) Reply

  • (1/1/2016 7:31:00 PM)

    .........excellent poetry and very well scripted ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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