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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 neer beguil’d!

 

And I wept both night and day

And he wip’d my tears away

And I wept both day and night

And hid from him my hearts delight

 

So he took his wings and fled:

Then the morn blush’d rosy red:

I dried my tears & armd my fears,

With ten thousand shields and spears.

 

Soon my Angel came again;

I was arm’d, he came in vain:

For the time of youth was fled

And grey hairs were on my head

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William Blake
1757-1827 / Male / English
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