Silent, silent night,
Quench the holy
Of thy torches bright;
For possessed of
Thousand spirits
That sweet joys betray.
Why should joys be
Used with deceit,
Nor with sorrows meet?
But an honest
Does itself
For a harlot coy.
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William Blake (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827) was an English poet, painter, and printmaker. Largely unrecognised during his lifetime, Blake …
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