William Blake Poems

My mother groaned, my father wept,
Into the dangerous world I leapt;
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
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To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
All pray in their distress,
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.
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You don't believe - I won't attempt to make ye:
You are asleep - I won't attempt to wake ye.
Sleep on! sleep on! while in your pleasant dreams
Of Reason you may drink of Life's clear streams.
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When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise
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My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
White as an angel is the English child,
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Why was Cupid a boy,
And why a boy was he?
He should have been a girl,
For aught that I can see.
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The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the wandering light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
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Thou fair-haired angel of the evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
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The Sun arises in the East,
Cloth'd in robes of blood and gold;
Swords and spears and wrath increast
All around his bosom roll'd
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There is a Smile of Love
And there is a Smile of Deceit
And there is a Smile of Smiles
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