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The Poetry and Prose of William Blake | ||
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[Love and harmony combine]
Love and harmony combine,
And around our souls intwine,
While thy branches mix with mine,
And our roots together join.
And around our souls intwine,
While thy branches mix with mine,
And our roots together join.
Joys upon our branches sit,
Chirping loud, and singing sweet;
Like gentle streams beneath our feet
Innocence and virtue meet.
Chirping loud, and singing sweet;
Like gentle streams beneath our feet
Innocence and virtue meet.
Thou the golden fruit dost bear,
I am clad in flowers fair;
Thy sweet boughs perfume the air,
And the turtle buildeth there.
I am clad in flowers fair;
Thy sweet boughs perfume the air,
And the turtle buildeth there.
There she sits and feeds her young,
Sweet I hear her mournful song;
And thy lovely leaves among,
There is love: I hear his tongue.
Sweet I hear her mournful song;
And thy lovely leaves among,
There is love: I hear his tongue.
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There his charming nest doth lay,
There he sleeps the night away;
There he sports along the day,
And doth among our branches play.
There he sleeps the night away;
There he sports along the day,
And doth among our branches play.
The Poetry and Prose of William Blake | ||