The Angel
William Blake
1757 to 1827
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I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an mild:
Witless woe was ne’er beguiled!
And I wept night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
I wept both day and night,
And hid from 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 in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
grey hairs were on my head.