BLAKE, William – Songs of innocence (1790)

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    AAerendil Nubigena
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      The Little Girl Lost

      In futurity
      I prophetic see
      That the earth from sleep
      (Grave the sentence deep)

      Shall arise, and seek
      For her Maker meek;
      And the desert wild
      Become a garden mild.

      In the southern clime,
      Where the summer’s prime
      Never fades away,
      Lovely Lyca lay.

      Seven summers old
      Lovely Lyca told.
      She had wandered long,
      Hearing wild birds’ song.

      ‘Sweet sleep, come to me,
      Underneath this tree;
      Do father, mother, weep?
      Where can Lyca sleep?

      ‘Lost in desert wild
      Is your little child.
      How can Lyca sleep
      If her mother weep?

      ‘If her heart does ache,
      Then let Lyca wake;
      If my mother sleep,
      Lyca shall not weep.

      ‘Frowning, frowning night,
      O’er this desert bright
      Let thy moon arise,
      While I close my eyes.’

      Sleeping Lyca lay,
      While the beasts of prey,
      Come from caverns deep,
      Viewed the maid asleep.

      The kingly lion stood,
      And the virgin viewed:
      Then he gambolled round
      O’er the hallowed ground.

      Leopards, tigers, play
      Round her as she lay;
      While the lion old
      Bowed his mane of gold,

      And her bosom lick,
      And upon her neck,
      From his eyes of flame,
      Ruby tears there came;

      While the lioness
      Loosed her slender dress,
      And naked they conveyed
      To caves the sleeping maid.

      #157172
      AAerendil Nubigena
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        The Little Girl Found

        All the night in woe
        Lyca’s parents go
        Over valleys deep,
        While the deserts weep.

        Tired and woe-begone,
        Hoarse with making moan,
        Arm in arm, seven days
        They traced the desert ways.

        Seven nights they sleep
        Among shadows deep,
        And dream they see their child
        Starved in desert wild.

        Pale through pathless ways
        The fancied image strays,
        Famished, weeping, weak,
        With hollow piteous shriek.

        Rising from unrest,
        The trembling woman pressed
        With feet of weary woe;
        She could no further go.

        In his arms he bore
        Her, armed with sorrow sore;
        Till before their way
        A couching lion lay.

        Turning back was vain:
        Soon his heavy mane
        Bore them to the ground,
        Then he stalked around,

        Smelling to his prey;
        But their fears allay
        When he licks their hands,
        And silent by them stands.

        They look upon his eyes,
        Filled with deep surprise;
        And wondering behold
        A spirit armed in gold.

        On his head a crown,
        On his shoulders down
        Flowed his golden hair.
        Gone was all their care.

        ‘Follow me,’ he said;
        ‘Weep not for the maid;
        In my palace deep,
        Lyca lies asleep.’

        Then they followed
        Where the vision led,
        And saw their sleeping child
        Among tigers wild.

        To this day they dwell
        In a lonely dell,
        Nor fear the wolvish howl
        Nor the lion’s growl.

        #157173
        AAerendil Nubigena
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          The Little Boy Lost

          ‘Father! father! where are you going?
          O do not walk so fast.
          Speak, father, speak to your little boy,
          Or else I shall be lost.’

          The night was dark, no father was there;
          The child was wet with dew;
          The mire was deep, and the child did weep,
          And away the vapour flew.

          #157174
          AAerendil Nubigena
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            The Little Boy Found

            The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
            Led by the wand'ring light,
            Began to cry; but God, ever nigh,
            Appear'd like his father, in white.

            He kissed the child, and by the hand led,
            And to his mother brought,
            Who in sorrow pale, thro' the lonely dale,
            Her little boy weeping sought.

            #157175
            AAerendil Nubigena
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              A Cradle Song

              Sweet dreams, form a shade
              O’er my lovely infant’s head;
              Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
              By happy, silent, moony beams.

              Sweet Sleep, with soft down
              Weave thy brows an infant crown.
              Sweet Sleep, Angel mild,
              Hover o’er my happy child.

              Sweet smiles, in the night
              Hover over my delight;
              Sweet smiles, mother’s smiles,
              All the livelong night beguiles.

              Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
              Chase not slumber from thy eyes.
              Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
              All the dovelike moans beguiles.

              Sleep, sleep, happy child,
              All creation slept and smil'd;
              Sleep, sleep, happy sleep,
              While o’er thee thy mother weep.

              Sweet babe, in thy face
              Holy image I can trace.
              Sweet babe, once like thee,
              Thy Maker lay and wept for me,

              Wept for me, for thee, for all,
              When He was an infant small.
              Thou His image ever see,
              Heavenly face that smiles on thee

              Smiles on thee, on me, on all;
              Who became an infant small.
              Infant smiles are His own smiles;
              Heaven and earth to peace beguiles.

              #157176
              AAerendil Nubigena
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                Spring

                Sound the flute!
                Now it’s mute.
                Birds delight
                Day and night;
                Nightingale
                In the dale,
                Lark in sky,
                Merrily,
                Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year.

                Little boy,
                Full of joy;
                Little girl,
                Sweet and small;
                Cock does crow,
                So do you;
                Merry voice,
                Infant noise,
                Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year.

                Little lamb,
                Here I am;
                Come and lick
                My white neck;
                Let me pull
                Your soft wool;
                Let me kiss
                Your soft face;
                Merrily, merrily, we welcome in the year.

                #157177
                AAerendil Nubigena
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                  The Blossom

                  Merry merry sparrow!
                  Under leaves so green
                  A happy blossom
                  Sees you swift as arrow
                  Seek your cradle narrow
                  Near my bosom.

                  Pretty pretty robin!
                  Under leaves so green
                  A happy blossom
                  Hears you sobbing sobbing
                  Pretty pretty robin
                  Near my bosom.

                  #157178
                  AAerendil Nubigena
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                    The Lamb

                    Little Lamb, who made thee?
                    Dost thou know who made thee?
                    Gave thee life & bid thee feed
                    By the stream & o’er the mead;
                    Gave thee clothing of delight,
                    Softest clothing, wooly, bright;
                    Gave thee such a tender voice,
                    Making all the vales rejoice?
                    Little Lamb, who made thee?
                    Dost thou know who made thee?

                    Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee,
                    Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee:
                    He is callèd by thy name,
                    For he calls himself a Lamb.
                    He is meek, & he is mild;
                    He became a little child.
                    I a child, & thou a lamb,
                    We are callèd by his name.
                    Little Lamb, God bless thee!
                    Little Lamb, God bless thee!

                    #157179
                    AAerendil Nubigena
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                      Night

                      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, wash'd in life’s river
                      My bright mane for ever
                      Shall shine like the gold
                      As I guard o’er the fold.’

                      #157180
                      AAerendil Nubigena
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                        The Smile

                        There is a Smile of Love 

                        And there is a Smile of Deceit 

                        And there is a Smile of Smiles

                        In which these two Smiles meet 



                        And there is a Frown of Hate 

                        And there is a Frown of disdain 

                        And there is a Frown of Frowns

                        Which you strive to forget in vain 



                        For it sticks in the Hearts deep Core 

                        And it sticks in the deep Back bone 

                        And no Smile that ever was smild 

                        But only one Smile alone



                        That betwixt the Cradle & Grave

                        It only once Smild can be 

                        But when it once is Smild 

                        Theres an end to all Misery 

                        #157181
                        AAerendil Nubigena
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                          The Tyger

                          Tyger Tyger. burning bright
                          In the forests of the night,
                          What immortal hand or eye
                          Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

                          In what distant deeps or skies
                          Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
                          On what wings dare he aspire?
                          What the hand dare sieze the fire?

                          And what shoulder, and what art,
                          Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
                          And when thy heart began to beat.
                          What dread hand? And what dread feet?

                          What the hammer? what the chain,
                          In what furnace was thy brain?
                          What the anvil? what dread grasp
                          Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

                          When the stars threw down their spears
                          And water'd heaven with their tears:
                          Did he smile his work to see?
                          Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

                          Tyger Tyger burning bright
                          In the forests of the night,
                          What immortal hand and eye
                          Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

                          #157182
                          AAerendil Nubigena
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                            The Sick Rose

                            O Rose, thou art sick:
                            The invisible worm
                            That flies in the night
                            In the howling storm,

                            Has found out thy bed
                            Of crimson joy,
                            And his dark secret love
                            Does thy life destroy.

                            #157183
                            AAerendil Nubigena
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                              The Angel

                              I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
                              And that I was a maiden Queen
                              Guarded by an Angel mild:
                              Witless woe was ne’er beguiled!

                              And I wept both night and day,
                              And he wiped my tears away;
                              And I wept both day and night,
                              And hid from him my heart’s delight.

                              So he took his wings, and fled;
                              Then the morn blushed rosy red.
                              I dried my tears, and armed my fears
                              With ten thousand shields and spears.

                              Soon my Angel came again;
                              I was armed, he came in vain;
                              For the time of youth was fled,
                              And grey hairs were on my head.

                              #157184
                              AAerendil Nubigena
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                                The Clod and the Pebble

                                'Love seeketh not itself to please,
                                Nor for itself hath any care,
                                But for another gives its ease,
                                And builds a heaven in hell's despair.'

                                So sung a little clod of clay,
                                Trodden with the cattle's feet,
                                But a pebble of the brook
                                Warbled out these metres meet:

                                'Love seeketh only Self to please,
                                To bind another to its delight,
                                Joys in another's loss of ease,
                                And builds a hell in heaven's despite.'

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