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Lyric Poem · Sad

A Dream

by William Blake

Once a dream did weave a shade

O'er my angel-guarded bed,

That an emmet lost its way

Where on grass methought I lay.

Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,

Dark, benighted, travel-worn,

Over many a tangle spray,

All heart-broke, I heard her say:

"Oh my children! do they cry,

Do they hear their father sigh?

Now they look abroad to see,

Now return and weep for me."

Pitying, I dropped a tear:

But I saw a glow-worm near,

Who replied, "What wailing wight

Calls the watchman of the night?

"I am set to light the ground,

While the beetle goes his round:

Follow now the beetle's hum;

Little wanderer, hie thee home!"

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Poem
A Dream
Poet
William Blake
Length
20 lines
Form
Lyric Poem
Themes
Sad, Dreams & Sleep, Love

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Shape
20 lines · 5 quatrains
Line length
Mostly 7-syllable lines.

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Author record
William Blake1757–1827
Source record
PoetryDBA Dream by william-blake, PoetryDB transcription
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