William Blake

I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow.
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

The wild winds weep    And the night is a-cold;
Come hither,
Sleep,    And my griefs infold:
But lo

I heard an Angel singing     When the day was springing,     "Mercy,
Pity,
Peace     Is the world's release
"     Thus he sung all day     Over the new mown hay,     Till the sun went down     And haycocks looked brown

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it; when the meadows laugh with lively green,

A flower was offered to me, Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose tree," And I passed the sweet flower o'er
Then I went to my pretty rose tree, To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned ...

He who binds to himself a
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it
Lives in eternity's sun rise

Never seek to tell thy love,  Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does
Silently, invisibly
I told my love,

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour

"I have no name;
I am but two days old
" What shall I call thee
"I happy am,

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

Earth raised up her head From the darkness dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair

My mother groaned, my father wept,
Into the dangerous world I leapt;
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud