Poems of William Blake, Chapter 4 - William Blake

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They look in every thoughtless nest

Where birds are covered warm

They visit caves of every beast

To keep them all from harm

If they see any weeping

That should have been sleeping

They pour sleep on their head

And sit down by their bed

When wolves and tigers howl for prey

They pitying stand and weep

Seeking to drive their thirst away

And keep them from the sheep

But if they rush dreadful

The angels most heedful

Receive each mild spirit

New worlds to inherit

And there the lion's ruddy eyes

Shall flow with tears of gold

And pitying the tender cries

And walking round the fold

Saying wrath by his meekness

And by his health sickness

Or driven away

From our immortal day

And now beside thee bleating lamb

I can lie down and sleep

Or think on him who bore thy name

Graze after thee and weep

For washed in life's river

My bright mane for ever

Shall shine like the gold

As I guard o'er the fold

End of chapter 14

Chapter 15

Spring

Sound the flute

Now it's mute

Birds delight

Day and night

Nightingale

In the dale

Lark in the sky

Merrily

Merrily merrily to welcome in the year

Little boy

Full of joy

Little girl

Sweet and small

Cock does crow

So do you

Merry voice

Infant noise

Merrily merrily to welcome in the year

Little lamb

Here I am

Come and lick

My white neck

Let me pull

Your soft wool

Let me kiss

Your soft face

Merrily merrily to welcome in the year

End of chapter 15

Chapter 16

Nurse's song

When the voices of children are heard on the green

And laughing is heard on the hill

My heart is at rest within my breast

And everything else is still

'Then come home my children the sun is gone down

And the dews of night arise

Come come leave off play and let us away

Till the morning appears in the skies

No no let us play for it is yet day

And we cannot go to sleep

Besides in the sky the little birds fly

And the hills are all cover'd with sheep

Well well go and play till the light fades away

And then go home to bed

The little ones leapèd and shoutèd and laugh'd

And all the hills echoèd

End of chapter 16

Chapter 17

Infant joy

I have no name

I am but two days old

What shall I call thee

I happy am

Joy is my name

Sweet joy befall thee

Pretty joy

Sweet joy but two days old

Sweet joy I call thee

Thou dost smile

I sing the while

Sweet joy befall thee

End of chapter 17

Chapter 18

A dream

Once a dream did weave a shade

O'er my angel-guarded bed

That an emmet lost it's 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 their father sigh

Now they look abroad to see

Now return and weep for me

Pitying I dropped a tear

But I saw a glow-worm near

Who replied what wailing wight

Calls the watchman of the night

I am set to light the ground

While the beetle goes his round

Follow now the beetle's hum

Little wanderer hie thee home

End of chapter 18

Chapter 19

On another's sorrow

Can I see another's woe

And not be in sorrow too

Can I see another's grief

And not seek for kind relief

Can I see a falling tear

And not feel my sorrow's share

Can a father see his child

Weep nor be with sorrow fill'd

Can a mother sit and hear

An infant groan an infant fear

No no never can it be

Never never can it be

And can he who smiles on all

Hear the wren with sorrows small

Hear the small bird's grief and care

Hear the woes that infants bear

And not sit beside the nest

Pouring pity in their breast

And not sit the cradle near

Weeping tear on infant's tear

And not sit both night and day

Wiping all our tears away

O no never can it be

Never never can it be

He doth give mis joy to all

He becomes an infant small

He becomes a man of woe

He doth feel the sorrow too

Think not thou canst sigh a sigh

And thy maker is not by

Think not thou canst weep a tear

And thy maker is not near

O he gives to us his joy

That our grief he may destroy

Till our grief is fled and gone

He doth sit by us and moan

End of chapter 19

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