The Angel
William Blake
1757 to 1827
Track 1
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Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I was armed, he came in vain;
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
And grey hairs were on my head.
And I wept both night and day,
So he took his wings, and fled;
For the time of youth was fled,
And I wept both day and night,
Guarded by an Angel mild:
And he wiped my tears away;
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
With ten thousand shields and spears.
Witless woe was ne’er beguiled!
Soon my Angel came again;
And hid from him my heart’s delight.
And that I was a maiden Queen
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