William Blake

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 beguil’d!

 

And I wept both night and day

And he wip’d 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 blush’d 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