As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild Flower
Singing a song.
'I slept in the earth
In the silent night,
I murmured my fears
And I felt delight.
'In the morning I went
As rosy as morn,
To seek for new joy;
But oh! met with scorn.'
More verses by William Blake
- Divine Image
- The Fly
- Mad Song
- The Little Black Boy
- Proverbs Of Hell (Excerpt From The Marriage Of Heaven And H