William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

Song: Memory, Hither Come - Poem by William Blake

Memory, hither come,
And tune your merry notes;
And, while upon the wind
Your music floats,

I'll pore upon the stream
Where sighing lovers dream,
And fish for fancies as they pass
Within the watery glass.

I'll drink of the clear stream,
And hear the linnet's song;
And there I'll lie and dream
The day along:

And, when night comes, I'll go
To places fit for woe,
Walking along the darken'd valley
With silent Melancholy.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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