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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！〃
THE SCHOOLBOY
I love to rise on a summer morn；
When birds are singing on every tree；
The distant huntsman winds his horn；
And the skylark sings with me：
Oh what sweet company！
But to go to school in a summer morn；
Oh it drives all joy away！
Under a cruel eye outworn；
The little ones spend the day
In sighing and dismay。
Ah then at times I drooping sit；
And spend many an anxious hour；
Nor in my book can I take delight；
Nor sit in learning's bower；
Worn through with the dreary shower。
How can the bird that is born for joy
Sit in a cage and sing？
How can a child； when fears annoy；
But droop his tender wing；
And forget his youthful spring？
Oh father and mother； if buds are nipped；
And blossoms blown away；
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the springing day；
By sorrow and care's dismay；
How shall the summer arise in joy；
Or the summer fruits appear？
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy；
Or bless the mellowing year；
When the blasts of winter appear？
TO TERZAH
Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consumed with the earth；
To rise from generation free：
Then what have I to do with thee？
The sexes sprang from shame and pride；
Blown in the morn； in evening died；
But mercy changed death into sleep；
The sexes rose to work and weep。
Thou； mother of my mortal part；
With cruelty didst mould my heart；
And with false self…deceiving tears
Didst bind my nostrils； eyes； and ears；
Didst close my tongue in senseless clay；
And me to mortal life betray。
The death of Jesus set me free：
Then what have I to do with thee？
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。
APPENDIX
A DIVINE IMAGE
Cruelty has a human heart；
And Jealousy a human face；
Terror the human form divine；
And Secresy the human dress。
The human dress is forged iron；
The human form a fiery forge；
The human face a furnace sealed；
The human heart its hungry gorge。
NOTE： Though written and engraved by Blake； 〃A DIVINE IMAGE〃 was never
included in the SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE。
William Blake's
THE BOOK of THEL
THEL'S Motto
Does the Eagle know what is in the pit？
Or wilt thou go ask the Mole：
Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod？
Or Love in a golden bowl？
THE BOOK of THEL
The Author & Printer Willm。 Blake。 1780
THEL
I
The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round their sunny flocks；
All but the youngest： she in paleness sought the secret air。
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day：
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard；
And thus her gentle lamentation falls like morning dew。
O life of this our spring！ why fades the lotus of the water？
Why fade these children of the spring？ born but to smile & fall。
Ah！ Thel is like a watry bow； and like a parting cloud；
Like a reflection in a glass： like shadows in the water
Like dreams of infants； like a smile upon an infants face。
Like the doves voice； like transient day； like music in the air：
Ah！ gentle may I lay me down and gentle rest my head。
And gentle sleep the sleep of death； and gently hear the voice
Of him that walketh in the garden in the evening time。
The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass
Answerd the lovely maid and said： I am a watry weed；
And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales：
So weak the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head
Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley； and each morn over me spreads his hand
Saying； rejoice thou humble grass； thou new…born lily flower。
Thou gentle maid of silent valleys and of modest brooks：
For thou shall be clothed in light； and fed with morning manna：
Till summers heat melts thee beside the fountains and the springs
To flourish in eternal vales： they why should Thel complain。
Why should the mistress of the vales of Har； utter a sigh。
She ceasd & smild in tears； then sat down in her silver shrine。
Thel answerd； O thou little virgin of the peaceful valley。
Giving to those that cannot crave； the voiceless； the o'er tired
The breath doth nourish the innocent lamb； he smells the milky garments
He crops thy flowers while thou sittest smiling in his face；
Wiping his mild and meekin mouth from all contagious taints。
Thy wine doth purify the golden honey； thy perfume。
Which thou dost scatter on every little blade of grass that springs
Revives the milked cow； & tames the fire…breathing steed。
But Thel is like a faint cloud kindled at the rising sun：
I vanish from my pearly throne； and who shall find my place。
Queen of the vales the Lily answered； ask the tender cloud；
And it shall tell thee why it glitters in the morning sky。
And why it scatters its bright beauty thro the humid air。
Descend O little cloud & hover before the eyes of Thel。
The Cloud descended and the Lily bowd her modest head：
And went to mind her numerous charge among the verdant grass。
II。
O little Cloud the virgin said； I charge thee to tell me
Why thou complainest now when in one hour thou fade away：
Then we shall seek thee but not find： ah Thel is like to thee。
I pass away； yet I complain； and no one hears my voice。
The Cloud then shewd his golden head & his bright form emerg'd。
Hovering and glittering on the air before the face of Thel。
O virgin know'st t