That, pitiless perforce, They left their outcast mate behind, 25 Some succor yet they could afford; The cask, the coop, the floated cord, But he (they knew) nor ship nor shore, 30 What e'er they gave, should visit more. Nor, cruel as it seemed, could he 35 Yet bitter felt it still to die Deserted, and his friends so nigh. He long survives, who lives an hour And so long he, with unspent power, 40 His destiny repelled; And ever, as the minutes flew, At length, his transient respite past, 45 Had heard his voice in every blast, No poet wept him; but the page 50 Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age, And tears by bards or heroes shed 55 I therefore purpose not, or dream, To give the melancholy theme But misery still delights to trace 60 Its semblance in another's case. No voice divine the storm allayed, When, snatched from all effectual aid, 65 But I beneath a rougher sea, And whelmed in deeper gulfs than he. William Blake 1757-1827 TO THE MUSES (From Poetical Sketches, 1783) Whether on Ida's shady brow, 5 Whether in Heaven ye wander fair, Or the green corners of the earth, Or the blue regions of the air, Where the melodious winds have birth; Whether on crystal rocks ye rove 10 Beneath the bosom of the sea, Wandering in many a coral grove; Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry; How have you left the ancient love TO THE EVENING STAR Thou fair-haired angel of the evening, 5 Smile on our loves; and whilst thou drawest round The curtains of the sky, scatter thy dew On every flower that closes its sweet eyes In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes, 10 And wash the dusk with silver. Soon, full soon Dost thou withdraw; then the wolf rages wide, And then the lion glares through the dun forest. The fleeces of our flocks are covered with Thy sacred dew: protect them with thine influence. INTRODUCTION (From Songs of Innocence, 1787) 5 'Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe; 10 Sing thy songs of happy cheer!' So I sang the same again, While he wept with joy to hear. 'Piper, sit thee down and write In a book, that all may read.' 15 So he vanish'd from my sight; And I plucked a hollow reed, And I made a rural pen, THE LAMB (From the same) Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life, and bade thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; 5 Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? 10 Little lamb, who made thee? Little lamb, I'll tell thee; 5 NIGHT (From the same) The sun descending in the west, The moon, like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight, Sits and smiles on the night. Farewell, green fields and happy grove, 10 Where flocks have ta'en delight; Where lambs have nibbled, silent move The feet of angels bright; 15 Unseen, they pour blessing, And each sleeping bosom. They look in every thoughtless nest, That should have been sleeping, |