8 septembrie 2013

Poezia A Dream|Un vis de William Blake

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Once a dream did wave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
When on grass methought I lay.

Troubled, 'wildered, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangled spray,
All heart-broke, I heard her say:

"Oh, my children! do they cry?
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see.
Now return and weep for me."

 Pitying, I dropped a tear;
 But I saw a glow-worm near,
 Who replied, "What wailing wight
 Calls the watchman of the night?

"I am set to light the ground
 While the beetle goes his round.
 Follow now the beetle's hum--
 Little wanderer, hie thee home!"

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