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The Poetry and Prose of William Blake | ||
in a mirtle shade
Why should I be bound to thee
O my lovely mirtle tree
Love free love cannot be bound
To any tree that grows on ground
O my lovely mirtle tree
Love free love cannot be bound
To any tree that grows on ground
O how sick & weary I
Underneath my mirtle lie
Like to dung upon the ground
Underneath my mirtle bound
Underneath my mirtle lie
Like to dung upon the ground
Underneath my mirtle bound
Oft my mirtle sighd in vain
To behold my heavy chain
Oft my father saw us sigh
And laughd at our simplicity
To behold my heavy chain
Oft my father saw us sigh
And laughd at our simplicity
So I smote him & his gore
Staind the roots my mirtle bore
But the time of youth is fled
And grey hairs are on my head
Staind the roots my mirtle bore
But the time of youth is fled
And grey hairs are on my head
The Poetry and Prose of William Blake | ||