Lyric Poem · Love
A Little Girl Lost
Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
In the age of gold,
Free from winter's cold,
Youth and maiden bright,
To the holy light,
Naked in the sunny beams delight.
Once a youthful pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night.
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,
Strangers came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired wanderers weep.
To her father white
Came the maiden bright;
But his loving look,
Like the holy book
All her tender limbs with terror shook.
"Ona, pale and weak,
To thy father speak!
Oh the trembling fear!
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair!"
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“A Little Girl Lost” by William Blake — quilloak.com/poems/a-little-girl-lost
Quick facts
- Poem
- A Little Girl Lost
- Poet
- William Blake
- Length
- 34 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem
- Themes
- Love, Nature, Peace
Craft notes
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- Shape
- 34 lines · 7 stanzas of 4–5 lines
- Line length
- Mostly 5-syllable lines.
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- Author record
- William Blake1757–1827
- Source record
- PoetryDBA Little Girl Lost by william-blake, PoetryDB transcription
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
- Publication record
- Not recorded in the imported source
- Text fingerprint
- SHA-256 48428657845f3f10…
- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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