William Blake Poems

Preludium

The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc,
When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode:
His food she brought in iron baskets, his drink in cups of iron:
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Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming in the joys of night;
Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.
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I heard an Angel singing
When the day was springing,
'Mercy, Pity, Peace
Is the world's release.'
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Earth raised up her head
From the darkness dread and drear,
Her light fled,
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The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the spring;
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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 wild winds weep
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
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O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.'
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As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild Flower
Singing a song.
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Awake, awake, my little boy!
Thou wast thy mother's only joy;
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?
Awake! thy father does thee keep.
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