William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
William Blake
This little poem tells a story of portection and fear and how the speaker faces the world and learns independence. Guardian angles have a long tradition in many cultures, not least Christianity.
The maiden in Blake’s time would have been taken to be a virgin. She protects herself from the world,...
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded 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 fears
With 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
The Angel was written by William Blake.