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I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And "Thou shalt not" writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore;
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briers my joys and desires.
William Blake...
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Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Love's Secret ~ William Blake

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Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!
Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.
William Blake
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Eternity ~ ~ William Blake
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He who binds himself a joy,
Does the winged life destroy.
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
[William Blake ]
He who binds himself a joy,
Does the winged life destroy.
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
[William Blake ]
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