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The Poetry and Prose of William Blake | ||
[Postscript]
Oer my Sins Thou sit & moan
Hast thou no sins of thy own
Oer my Sins thou sit & weep
And lull thy own Sins fast asleep
Hast thou no sins of thy own
Oer my Sins thou sit & weep
And lull thy own Sins fast asleep
What transgressions I commit
Are for thy Transgressions fit
They thy Harlots thou their Slave
And my Bed becomes their Grave
Are for thy Transgressions fit
They thy Harlots thou their Slave
And my Bed becomes their Grave
Poor pale pitiable form
That I follow in a Storm
Iron tears & groans of lead
Bind around my aking head
That I follow in a Storm
Iron tears & groans of lead
Bind around my aking head
And let us go to the highest downs
With many pleasing wiles
The Woman that does not love your Frowns
Will never embrace your smiles
With many pleasing wiles
The Woman that does not love your Frowns
Will never embrace your smiles
The Poetry and Prose of William Blake | ||