Tuesday, September 23, 2008

William Blake: Poetry

The Little Black Boy

My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but O, my soul is white!
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if bereaved of light
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Love Secrets

Ever seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.
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