Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
by william blake
"Father, father, where are you going?
Oh do not walk so fast!
Speak, father, speak to your little boy,
or else I shall be lost."
the night was dark, no father was there,
the child was wet with dew.
the mire was deep, and the child did weep,
and away the vapour flew.
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