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.

by William Blake

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So so beautiful poem.....so amazing thought.......
Beautifully written poem
I found this poem because it was read to an AI computer by a Japanese (mad) scientist in that weird Netflix series called MANIAC. Series 1, episode 2 a little more than 29 minutes into the episode. And the computer, who has a female 'personality', actually seems to like the poem. I think it's OK, but I admire other works of Blake (far) more.
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.
I love to read this poems. great
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