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Lyric Poem · Sad

The Angel

by William Blake

1I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?

2And that I was a maiden Queen

3Guarded by an Angel mild:

4Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!

5And I wept both night and day,

6And he wiped my tears away;

7And I wept both day and night,

8And hid from him my heart's delight.

9So he took his wings, and fled;

10Then the morn blushed rosy red.

11I dried my tears, and armed my fears

12With ten-thousand shields and spears.

13Soon my Angel came again;

14I was armed, he came in vain;

15For the time of youth was fled,

16And grey hairs were on my head.

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Poem
The Angel
Poet
William Blake
Length
16 lines
Form
Lyric Poem
Themes
Sad, Peace, Love

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Shape
16 lines · 4 quatrains
Line length
Mostly 7-syllable lines.
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Author record
William Blake1757–1827
Source record
PoetryDBThe Angel by william-blake, PoetryDB transcription
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