The Angel
William Blake
1757 to 1827
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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And I wept both night and day,
And that I was a maiden Queen
And grey hairs were on my head.
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And I wept both day and night,
For the time of youth was fled,
I was armed, he came in vain;
With ten thousand shields and spears.
And hid from him my heart's delight.
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
And he wiped my tears away;
So he took his wings, and fled;
Soon my Angel came again;
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!