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 is the first poem in a two part series about tough love. It’s a tough love that is not expressed between two individuals, but rather a demanding grace from life/evolution to those who are surviving.
The first half of this poem introduces the little girl Lyca, who has pretty much never had a ba...
In futurity
I prophesy
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the sentence deep)
Shall arise, and seek
For her Maker meek;
And the desert wild
Become a garden mild
In the southern clime
Where the summer's prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay
Seven summers old
Lovely Lyca told
She had wandered long
Hearing wild birds' song
Sweet sleep, come to me
Underneath this tree;
Do father, mother, weep?
Where can Lyca sleep?
Lost in desert wild
Is your little child
How can Lyca sleep
If her mother weep?
If her heart does ache
Then let Lyca wake
If my mother sleep
Lyca shall not weep
Frowning, frowning night
O'er this desert bright
Let thy moon arise,
While I close my eyes
Sleeping Lyca lay
While the beasts of prey
Come from caverns deep,
Viewed the maid asleep
The kingly lion stood,
And the virgin viewed:
Then he gambolled round
O'er the hallowed ground
Leopards, tigers, play
Round her as she lay
While the lion old
Bowed his mane of gold
And her bosom lick
And upon her neck
From his eyes of flame
Ruby tears there came
While the lioness
Loosed her slender dress
And naked they conveyed
To caves the sleeping maid
The Litle Girl Lost was written by William Blake.