17 July, 2010

Some Poetry

I was out of town for the day for a bridal shower, so I won't be able to post anything substantial.  However I don't want to become a blogging slacker again.  So, I thought I might post one of my favorite poems.  I'm a huge fan of William Blake and this is by far my favorite piece of his.

"Mad Song"

The wild winds weep,
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
And my griefs enfold! . . .
But lo! the morning peeps
Over the eastern steeps,
And the rustling beds of dawn
The earth do scorn.

Lo! to the vault
Of pavèd heaven,
With sorrow fraught,
My notes are driven:
They strike the ear of Night,
Make weak the eyes of Day;
They make mad the roaring winds,
And with the tempests play,

Like a fiend in a cloud,
With howling woe
After night I do crowd
And with night will go;
I turn my back to the east
From whence comforts have increased;
For light doth seize my brain
With frantic pain.


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