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Night



William Blake

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 grove,

Where flocks have took delight

Where lambs have nibbled, silent move

The feet of angels bright

Unseen they pour blessing

And joy without ceasing

On each bud and blossom,

On each sleeping bosom.

They look in every thoughtless nest

Where birds are cover’d 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 reduddy 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

Are 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 wash’d in life’s river

My bright mane for ever

Shall shine like gold

As I guard o’er the fold”



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