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 heart’s delight.
So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.
Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.
William Blake, 1757-1827
I took this photo at Highgate Cemetery, while I was in London.
On a daily basis, I upload quite a lot of photos onto my flickr account, but I choose one a day, which I blog at my Photoblog: One Photo a Day…
oooh I love William Blake. And this poem too. I haven’t read it before. Kinda sad…
Grey hairs are on my head already!
BTW what a terrible thing, this tortured Jweish man!! Bah!
Comment by moonfire — February 23, 2006 @ 11:47 pm |