The Angel

I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?
And that I was maiden Queen:
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe, was ne'er beguil'd!

And I wept both night and day
And he wip'd my tears away
And I wept both day and night
And hid from him my hearts delight

So he took his wing and fled:
Then the morn blush'd rosy red:
I dried my tears & armed my fears,
with ten thousand shields and spears,

Soon my Angelcame again;
I was arm'd, he caim in vain:
For the time of youth was fled
And grey hairs were on my head

-William Blake, Cantigas da Inocência e da Experiência.

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