poet William Blake

William Blake

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The Voice Of The Ancient Bard

Youth of delight, come hither,
And see the opening morn,
Image of truth new born.
Doubt is fled, & clouds of reason,
Dark disputes & artful teazing.
Folly is an endless maze,
Tangled roots perplex her ways.
How many have fallen there!
They stumble all night over bones of the dead,
And feel they know not what but care,
And wish to lead others, when they should be led.

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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  • david (9/24/2018 5:43:00 AM)

    good poem

    good poem

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  • ur nan (6/7/2018 1:38:00 PM)

    of you like this your acually so gay

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  • Ratnakar Mandlik (10/12/2016 10:55:00 PM)

    Fantastic style and philosophy of life of an ancient bard has been wonderfully presented. Thanks for sharing it here.

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  • M Asim NehalM Asim Nehal (2/8/2016 3:40:00 AM)

    Folly is an endless maze,
    Tangled roots perplex her ways.

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  • * Sunprincess * (12/30/2015 8:52:00 PM)

    .......a wonderful poem...the ancient bard has a unique voice ★

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