William Blake (1757–1827). The Poetical Works. 1908.
Poems from the Rossetti MS.: Earlier PoemsIn a Myrtle Shade
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O my lovely Myrtle-tree?
Love, free Love, cannot be bound
To any tree that grows on ground.
Underneath my Myrtle lie;
Like to dung upon the ground,
Underneath my Myrtle bound.
To behold my heavy chain:
Oft my Father saw us sigh,
And laugh’d at our simplicity.
Stain’d the roots my Myrtle bore.
But the time of youth is fled,
And grey hairs are on my head.