Poetry Screen Saver - Quotes

William Blake ( 1757-1827 )

To see a World in a Grain of Sand,
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And Eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all Heaven in a rage.
He who bends to himself a Joy
Doth the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the Joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity's sunrise.
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.
My mother groan'd, my father wept,
Into the dangerous world I leapt;
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
Tiger! tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
I was angry with my friend
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell's despair.
Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a hell in heaven's despite.
But lo! the morning peeps
Over the eastern steeps,
And the rustling birds of dawn
The earth do scorn.
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!
The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stainèd
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.