William Blake Night


William Blake

Night

From Songs of Innocence



The sun descending in the West,
the evening star does shine;
the birds are silent in their nest,
and I must seek for mine.

The moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower,
with silent delight,
sits and smiles on the night.

Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
where flocks have took delight,
where lambs have nibbled,
silent moves the feet of angels bright;
Unseen, they pour blessing,
and joy without ceasing,
on each bud and blossom,
and each sleeping bosom.
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,
is 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.’

Advertisements

Please Leave A Comment:

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s