A Little Girl Lost

Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.

In the age of gold,
Free from winter's cold,
Youth and maiden bright,
To the holy light,
Naked in the sunny beams delight.

Once a youthful pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night.

Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,
Strangers came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.

Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired wanderers weep.

To her father white
Came the maiden bright;
But his loving look,
Like the holy book
All her tender limbs with terror shook.

'Ona, pale and weak,
To thy father speak!
Oh the trembling fear!
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair!'

by William Blake

Comments (11)

dumb and dumber and yet i know not
'A little while a little love' seems to be not a great measure, defining neither love nor duration as exquisite pleasure, it seems a love lasting but the flight of a feather, aloft momentarily upon the whims of a breeze then lost forever?
The romance and the rhythm, emotional nicely written lines that made my soul fly while reading it, enjoyed it that usually what I feel when a poem inspires me great work.
And I have heard the night-wind cry And deemed its speech mine own.] ..........very nice.....great lines...
Romantic poem I felt and also nice to read.
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