The Poetry and Prose of William Blake Edited by David V. Erdman: Commentary by Harold Bloom |
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[Experiment]
Thou hast a lap full of seed
And this is a fine country
Why dost thou not cast thy seed
And live in it merrily
And this is a fine country
Why dost thou not cast thy seed
And live in it merrily
Shall I cast it on the sand
And turn it into fruitful land
For on no other ground
Can I sow my seed
Without tearing up
Some stinking weed
And turn it into fruitful land
For on no other ground
Can I sow my seed
Without tearing up
Some stinking weed
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