Lyric Poem · Death & Loss
The Voice of the Ancient Bard
Youth of delight! come hither
And see the opening morn,
Image of Truth new-born.
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark disputes and artful teazing.
Folly is an endless maze;
Tangled roots perplex her ways;
How many have fallen there!
They stumble all night over bones of the dead;
And feel — they know not what but care;
And wish to lead others, when they should be led.
This poem is in the public domain.
“The Voice of the Ancient Bard” by William Blake — quilloak.com/poems/the-voice-of-the-ancient-bard
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