Song: Memory, Hither Come Poem by William Blake

Song: Memory, Hither Come

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Memory, hither come,
And tune your merry notes;
And, while upon the wind
Your music floats,

I'll pore upon the stream
Where sighing lovers dream,
And fish for fancies as they pass
Within the watery glass.

I'll drink of the clear stream,
And hear the linnet's song;
And there I'll lie and dream
The day along:

And, when night comes, I'll go
To places fit for woe,
Walking along the darken'd valley
With silent Melancholy.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Adeeb Alfateh 18 July 2019

I'll drink of the clear stream, And hear the linnet's song; And there I'll lie and dream The day along: And, when night comes, I'll go To places fit for woe, Walking along the darken'd valley With silent Melancholy. great great superb expression 10+++++++++++++++++++++

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