I wandered through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;
Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
MY Spectre around me night and day
Like a wild beast guards my way;
My Emanation far within
Weeps incessantly for my sin.
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
Sweet dreams, form a shade
O'er my lovely infant's head!
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?