Poems by William Blake

Youth of delight! Come hither
And see the opening morn,
Image of Truth new-born.
Doubt is fle...

How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot!
From the morn to the evening he stays;
He shall follow ...

Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, s...

I love to rise on a summer morn,
When birds are singing on every tree;
The distant huntsman w...

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I t...

Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek f...

When voices of children are heard on the green,
And whisperings are in the dale,
The days of ...

When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My hea...

I wandered through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark i...

All the night in woe
Lyca's parents go
Over valleys deep,
While the deserts weep. Ti...

In futurity
I prophetic see
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the sentence deep) Shall...

Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold;
But the Alehouse is healthy, and pleasant, an...

The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their ne...

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be,
For the gentle wind doth move
Sile...

A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose t...