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miércoles, 9 de mayo de 2012

THE ANGEL, a poem by William Blake

PHOTO: Bridge over the river Jalón. By Blanca Langa
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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