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