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The Poetry and Prose of William Blake | ||
To Mrs Ann Flaxman
A little Flower grew in a lonely ValeIts form was lovely but its colours. pale
One standing in the Porches of the Sun
When his Meridian Glories were begun
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Alighted where this little flower was
With hands divine he movd the gentle Sod
And took the Flower up in its native Clod
Then planting it upon a Mountains brow
'Tis your own fault if you dont flourish now
William Blake
The Poetry and Prose of William Blake | ||