William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
The AngelWilliam Blake (17571827)
I
And that I was a maiden Queen,
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne’er beguil’d!
And he wip’d my tears away,
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart’s delight.
Then the morn blush’d rosy red;
I dried my tears, and arm’d my fears
With ten thousand shields and spears.
I was arm’d, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.