Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
William Blake. 17571827491. Night
THE sun descending in the west, | |
The evening star does shine; | |
The birds are silent in their nest. | |
And I must seek for mine. | |
The moon, like a flower | 5 |
In heaven’s high bower, | |
With silent delight | |
Sits and smiles on the night. | |
Farewell, green fields and happy grove, | |
Where flocks have took delight: | 10 |
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move | |
The feet of angels bright; | |
Unseen they pour blessing | |
And joy without ceasing | |
On each bud and blossom, | 15 |
And each sleeping bosom. | |
They look in every thoughtless nest | |
Where birds are cover’d warm; | |
They visit caves of every beast, | |
To keep them all from harm: | 20 |
If they see any weeping | |
That should have been sleeping, | |
They pour sleep on their head, | |
And sit down by their bed. | |
When wolves and tigers howl for prey, | 25 |
They pitying stand and weep, | |
Seeking to drive their thirst away | |
And keep them from the sheep. | |
But, if they rush dreadful, | |
The angels, most heedful, | 30 |
Receive each mild spirit, | |
New worlds to inherit. | |
And there the lion’s ruddy eyes | |
Shall flow with tears of gold: | |
And pitying the tender cries, | 35 |
And walking round the fold: | |
Saying, ‘Wrath, by His meekness, | |
And, by His health, sickness, | |
Are driven away | |
From our immortal day. | 40 |
‘And now beside thee, bleating lamb, | |
I can lie down and sleep, | |
Or think on Him who bore thy name, | |
Graze after thee, and weep. | |
For, wash’d in life’s river, | 45 |
My bright mane for ever | |
Shall shine like the gold | |
As I guard o’er the fold.’ |