Angel, The
de William Blake(2005)
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I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne\'er beguiled!
And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart\'s delight.
So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.
Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.
Despre aceasta lucrare
- Autor
- William Blake
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2005
- Cuvinte
- 104
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 16
- Actualizat
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William Blake. “Angel, The.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/william-blake/poezie/angel-theIntrebari frecvente
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