Sweet dreams, form a shade
William Blake
Cruelty has a human heart,
Once a dream did weave a shade
"Nought loves another as itself,
Children of the future age,
I was angry with my friend:
Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
Earth raised up her head
Is this a holy thing to see
'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,
"I have no name;
My mother groaned, my father wept:
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
I wandered through each chartered street,
A flower was offered to me,
The sun descending in the west,
When the voices of children are heard on the green,
When voices of children are heard on the green,
Can I see another's woe,
Hear the voice of the Bard,
Piping down the valleys wild,
Sound the flute!
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
Merry, merry sparrow!
The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round their sunny flocks,
O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me
Then Thel astonish'd view'd the Worm upon its dewy bed.
The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the northern bar:
A little black thing in the snow,
When my mother died I was very young,
"Love seeketh not itself to please,
The sun does arise,
Little Fly,
I laid me down upon a bank,
Pity would be no more
Little Lamb, who made thee
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
My mother bore me in the southern wild,
The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
"Father, father, where are you going?
All the night in woe
In futurity
Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold;
Rintrah roars and shakes his fires in the burden'd air,
I love to rise on a summer morn,
How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot!
O rose, thou art sick!
Tyger, tyger, burning bright
Youth of delight! come hither
Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
Whate'er is born of mortal birth