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    The Songs of Innocence, The Songs of Experience and The Book of Thel by William Blake at Nimbi - William Blake's Life, Poetry and Art

     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 ta'en 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,
       And each sleeping bosom.
     They look in every thoughtless nest
     Where birds are covered 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 ruddy 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, washed in life's river,
       My bright mane for ever
       Shall shine like the gold,
       As I guard o'er the fold."



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