Dictionary Poems

Angel, The by William Blake 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 … Continued

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 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 … Continued

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 … Continued

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 … Continued

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.” … Continued

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 … Continued

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