William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

To The Accuser Who Is The God Of This World - Poem by William Blake

Truly My Satan thou art but a Dunce
And dost not know the Garment from the Man
Every Harlot was a Virgin once
Nor canst thou ever change Kate into Nan

Tho thou art Worship'd by the Names Divine
Of Jesus & Jehovah thou art still
The Son of Morn in weary Nights decline
The lost Travellers Dream under the Hill


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  • (8/13/2016 11:35:00 PM)


    The lost travellers Dream under the hill. Outstanding and superb expression. Thanks for sharing this great poem here. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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