The Angel
William Blake
1757 to 1827
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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And I wept both day and night,
I was armed, he came in vain;
And that I was a maiden Queen
And grey hairs were on my head.
And hid from him my heart's delight.
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!
With ten thousand shields and spears.
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
And I wept both night and day,
Soon my Angel came again;
So he took his wings, and fled;
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And he wiped my tears away;
Guarded by an Angel mild:
For the time of youth was fled,