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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It’s a good poem by William Blake, he should make a poem called everyday bro
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Im sorry I did not mean to do that. I really like the poem and how William Blake describes the queen and the angel
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Blake speaks of the loss of his youthful innocence as the shell of his ego sends his angel away.
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