William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

The Voice Of The Ancient Bard - Poem by William Blake

Youth of delight, come hither,
And see the opening morn,
Image of truth new born.
Doubt is fled, & clouds of reason,
Dark disputes & artful teazing.
Folly is an endless maze,
Tangled roots perplex her ways.
How many have fallen there!
They stumble all night over bones of the dead,
And feel they know not what but care,
And wish to lead others, when they should be led.


Comments about The Voice Of The Ancient Bard by William Blake

  • (10/12/2016 10:55:00 PM)


    Fantastic style and philosophy of life of an ancient bard has been wonderfully presented. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (2/8/2016 3:40:00 AM)


    Folly is an endless maze,
    Tangled roots perplex her ways.
    (Report) Reply

  • (12/30/2015 8:52:00 PM)


    .......a wonderful poem...the ancient bard has a unique voice ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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