Songs of Innocence and of Experience (1826)/Songs of Experience/The Angel



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.

Ангел (Блейк/Смирнов)