William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

The Little Boy Lost - Poem by William Blake

'Father, father, where are you going?
Oh do not walk so fast!
Speak, father, speak to you little boy,
Or else I shall be lost.'

The night was dark, no father was there,
The child was wet with dew;
The mire was deep, and the child did weep,
And away the vapour flew.


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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (2/8/2016 3:42:00 AM)


    The mire was deep, and the child did weep,
    And away the vapour flew.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Poem Edited: Monday, November 28, 2011


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