William Blake Short Poems

William Blake Short Love Poems

  • Memory, hither come,
    And tune your merry notes;
    And, while upon the wind
    Your music floats,I’ll pore upon the stream
    Where sighing lovers dream,
    And fish for fancies as they pass
    Within the watery glass.

    I’ll drink of the clear stream,
    And hear the linnet’s song;
    And there I’ll lie and dream
    The day along:

    And, when night comes, I’ll go
    To places fit for woe,
    Walking along the darken’d valley
    With silent Melancholy.

  • And did those feet in ancient time
    Walk upon England’s mountains green?
    And was the holy Lamb of God
    On England’s pleasant pastures seen?And did the Countenance Divine
    Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
    And was Jerusalem builded here,
    Among these dark Satanic Mills?

    Bring me my Bow of burning gold:
    Bring me my Arrows of desire:
    Bring me my Spear:O clouds unfold!
    Bring me my Chariot of fire!

    I will not cease from Mental Fight,
    Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand,
    Till we have built Jerusalem
    In England’s green & pleasant Land.

  • Silent, silent night,
    Quench the holy light
    Of thy torches bright;For possessed of Day
    Thousand spirits stray
    That sweet joys betray.

    Why should joys be sweet
    Used with deceit,
    Nor with sorrows meet?

    But an honest joy
    Does itself destroy
    For a harlot coy.

  • England! awake! awake! awake!
    Jerusalem thy Sister calls!
    Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death
    And close her from thy ancient walls?Thy hills and valleys felt her feet
    Gently upon their bosoms move:
    Thy gates beheld sweet Zion’s ways:
    Then was a time of joy and love.

    And now the time returns again:
    Our souls exult, and London’s towers
    Receive the Lamb of God to dwell
    In England’s green and pleasant bowers.

  • Of the primeval Priests assum’d power,
    When Eternals spurn’d back his religion;
    And gave him a place in the north,
    Obscure, shadowy, void, solitary.Eternals I hear your call gladly,
    Dictate swift winged words, & fear not
    To unfold your dark visions of torment.
  • What is it men in women do require?
    The lineaments of Gratified Desire.
    What is it women do in men require?
    The lineaments of Gratified Desire.
  • Little Fly,
    Thy summer’s play
    My thoughtless hand
    Has brushed away.Am not I
    A fly like thee?
    Or art not thou
    A man like me?

    For I dance
    And drink, and sing,
    Till some blind hand
    Shall brush my wing.

    If thought is life
    And strength and breath
    And the want
    Of thought is death;

    Then am I
    A happy fly,
    If I live,
    Or if I die.

  • Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau;
    Mock on, mock on; ’tis all in vain!
    You throw the sand against the wind,
    And the wind blows it back again.
    And every sand becomes a gem
    Reflected in the beams divine;
    Blown back they blind the mocking eye,
    But still in Israel’s paths they shine.The Atoms of Democritus
    And Newton’s Particles of Light
    Are sands upon the Red Sea shore,
    Where Israel’s tents do shine so bright.
  • A fathomless and boundless deep,
    There we wander, there we weep;
    On the hungry craving wind
    My Spectre follows thee behind.
  • Dost thou not in pride and scorn
    Fill with tempests all my morn,
    And with jealousies and fears
    Fill my pleasant nights with tears?
  • And seven more loves in my bed
    Crown with wine my mournful head,
    Pitying and forgiving all
    Thy transgressions great and small.
  • When wilt thou return and view
    My loves, and them to life renew?
    When wilt thou return and live?
    When wilt thou pity as I forgive?’
  • What transgressions I commit
    Are for thy transgressions fit.
    They thy harlots thou their slave;
    And my bed becomes their grave.
  • Thro’ the Heaven and Earth and Hell
    Thou shalt never, never quell:
    I will fly and thou pursue:
    Night and morn the flight renew.’
  • Let us agree to give up love,
    And root up the Infernal Grove;
    Then shall we return and see
    The worlds of happy Eternity.
  • O holy virgin! clad in purest white,
    Unlock heaven’s golden gates, and issue forth;
    Awake the dawn that sleeps in heaven; let light
    Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring
    The honey dew that cometh on waking day.
    O radiant morning, salute the sun
    Rous’d like a huntsman to the chase, and with
    Thy buskin’d feet appear upon our hills.

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