WILLIAM BLAKE

Poems by

LANDofDREAMS

Awake, awake my little Boy!Thou wast thy Mother's only joy:

Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?

Awake! thy Father does thee keep.

"O, what land is the Land of Dreams?What are its mountains, and what are its

streams?O Father, I saw my Mother there,Among the lillies by waters fair.

Among the lambs clothed in white She walked with her Thomas in

sweet delight.I wept for joy, like a dove I mourn –

O when shall I return again?"

Dear child, I also by pleasant streamsHave wandered all night in the Land of Dreams;But though calm and warm the waters wide,I could not get to the other side.

"Father, O Father, what do we here, In this land of unbelief and fear?The Land of Dreams is better far Above the light of the Morning Star."

GARDEN OF LOVEI went to the Garden of Love,

And saw what I never had seen:

A Chapel was built in the midst,

Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,

And "Thou shalt not" writ over the door;

So I turned to the Garden of Love,

That so many sweet flowers bore;

And I saw it was filled with graves,

And tombstones where flowers should be;

And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,

And binding with briers my joys and desires.

LOVE’S SECRET

Never seek to tell thy love,

Love that never told can be;

For the gentle wind doth moveSilently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,

I told her all my heart,

Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.Ah! she did

depart!

Soon after she was gone from me,

A traveller came by,

Silently, invisibly:He took her with a

sigh.

WILLIAM BLAKE

SOURCES

http://www.online-literature.com/blake/620

/http://www.online-literature.com/blake/621/

http://www.online-literature.com/blake/615/

http://www.biography.com/people/william-blake-9214491