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The Angel

William Blake·1757–1827
Lines:16Movement:Romanticism
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?And that I was a maiden QueenGuarded by an Angel mild:Witless woe was ne'er beguiled! And I wept both night and day,And he wiped my tears away;And I wept both day and night,And hid from him my heart's delight. So he took his wings, and fled;Then the morn blushed rosy red.I dried my tears, and armed my fearsWith ten-thousand shields and spears. Soon my Angel came again;I was armed, he came in vain;For the time of youth was fled,And grey hairs were on my head.