Ah Sunflower by William Blake

Ah Sunflower by William Blake 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; Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale virgin shrouded in snow, Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my Sunflower wishes to go!

A Song by William Blake

A Song by William Blake 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 ...

A Poison Tree by William Blake

A Poison Tree by William Blake I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe; I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I water’d it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with my smiles And with ...

A Little Girl Lost by William Blake

A Little Girl Lost by William Blake Children of the future age, Reading this indignant page, Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime. In the age of gold, Free from winter’s cold, Youth and maiden bright, To the holy light, Naked in the sunny beams delight. Once a youthful ...

A Little Boy Lost by William Blake

A Little Boy Lost by William Blake “Nought loves another as itself, Nor venerates another so, Nor is it possible to thought A greater than itself to know. “And, father, how can I love you Or any of my brothers more? I love you like the little bird That picks up crumbs around the door.” ...

A Dream by William Blake

A Dream by William Blake Once a dream did weave a shade O’er my angel-guarded bed, That an emmet lost its way Where on grass methought I lay. Troubled, wildered, and forlorn, Dark, benighted, travel-worn, Over many a tangle spray, All heart-broke, I heard her say: “Oh my children! do they cry, Do they hear ...

A Divine Image by William Blake

A Divine Image by William Blake Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secresy the human dress. The human dress is forged iron, The human form a fiery forge, The human face a furnace sealed, The human heart its hungry gorge

Poem of the day – Darest Thou Now O Soul by Walt Whitman


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Poem of the day -  Darest Thou Now O Soul by Walt Whitman
Darest thou now O soul,Walk out with me toward the unknown region,Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow? No map there, nor guide,Nor voice sounding, nor touch of human hand,Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land. I know it not O soul,Nor dost thou, ...