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William Blake - The AngelWilliam Blake - The Angel
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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.
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