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| − | The sun descending in the West,<br/>
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| − | The evening star does shine;<br/>
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| − | The birds are silent in their nest,<br/>
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| − | And I must seek for mine.<br/>
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| − | The moon, like a flower<br/>
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| − | In heaven’s high bower,<br/>
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| − | With silent delight,<br/>
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| − | Sits and smiles on the night.
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| − | Farewell, green fields and happy groves,<br/>
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| − | Where flocks have took delight,<br/>
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| − | Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves<br/>
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| − | The feet of angels bright;<br/>
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| − | Unseen, they pour blessing,<br/>
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| − | And joy without ceasing,<br/>
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| − | On each bud and blossom,<br/>
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| − | And each sleeping bosom.
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| − | They look in every thoughtless nest<br/>
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| − | Where birds are covered warm;<br/>
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| − | They visit caves of every beast,<br/>
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| − | To keep them all from harm:<br/>
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| − | If they see any weeping<br/>
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| − | That should have been sleeping,<br/>
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| − | They pour sleep on their head,<br/>
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| − | And sit down by their bed.
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| − | When wolves and tigers howl for prey,<br/>
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| − | They pitying stand and weep;<br/>
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| − | Seeking to drive their thirst away,<br/>
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| − | And keep them from the sheep.<br/>
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| − | But, if they rush dreadful,<br/>
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| − | The angels, most heedful,<br/>
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| − | Receive each mild spirit,<br/>
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| − | New worlds to inherit.
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| − | And there the lion’s ruddy eyes<br/>
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| − | Shall flow with tears of gold:<br/>
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| − | And pitying the tender cries,<br/>
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| − | And walking round the fold:<br/>
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| − | Saying: ‘Wrath by His meekness,<br/>
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| − | And, by His health, sickness,<br/>
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| − | Is driven away<br>
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| − | From our immortal day.
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| − | ‘And now beside thee, bleating lamb,<br/>
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| − | I can lie down and sleep,<br/>
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| − | Or think on Him who bore thy name,<br/>
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| − | Graze after thee, and weep.<br/>
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| − | For, washed in life’s river,<br/>
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| − | My bright mane for ever<br/>
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| − | Shall shine like the gold,<br/>
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| − | As I guard o’er the fold.’
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| − | ==Credit==
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| − | [[Songs of Innocence]] by [[William Blake]]
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| − | [[Category:Poems]]
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