The Angel

I  dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
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…

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One thought on “The Angel

  1. 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!

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