William Blake Poems

Never seek to tell thy love
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.
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My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
White as an angel is the English child,
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To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
All pray in their distress,
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.
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When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise
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Earth raised up her head
From the darkness dread and drear,
Her light fled,
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I love to rise in a summer morn
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me.
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The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the wandering light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
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He. Where thou dwellest, in what grove,
Tell me Fair One, tell me Love;
Where thou thy charming nest dost build,
O thou pride of every field!
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The Sun arises in the East,
Cloth'd in robes of blood and gold;
Swords and spears and wrath increast
All around his bosom roll'd
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There is a Smile of Love
And there is a Smile of Deceit
And there is a Smile of Smiles
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