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Today, some sample of Blake's poems. I chose Night
from his Songs of Innocence, but those of you who haven't tried his verses,
might want to read it. I know his most famous is The Tyger, that is why I
wanted to avoid it.
Here it goes:
The sun descending in the west;
The evening
star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must
seek for mine.
The moon,
like a flower
In
heaven's high bower,
With
silent delight
Sits and
smiles on the night.
Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
Where
flocks have took delight,
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves
The feet of
angels bright;
Unseen,
they pour blessing,
And joy
without ceasing,
On each
bud and blossom,
And each
sleeping bosom.
They look in every thoughtless nest
Where birds
are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep
them all from harm:
If they
see any weeping
That
should have been sleeping,
They pour
sleep on their head,
And sit
down by their bed.
When wolves and tigers howl for prey,
They
pitying stand and weep;
Seeking to drive their thirst away,
And keep
them from the sheep.
But, if
they rush dreadful,
The
angels, most heedful,
Receive
each mild spirit,
New
worlds to inherit.
And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow
with tears of gold:
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking
round the fold:
Saying:
'Wrath by His meekness,
And, by
His health, sickness,
Is driven
away
From our
immortal day.
'And now beside thee, bleating lamb,
I can lie
down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after
thee, and weep.
For,
washed in life's river,
My bright
mane for ever
Shall
shine like the gold,
As I
guard o'er the fold.'
(from wikipedia)
