SONG. Y silks and fine array, M My smiles and languished air, And mournful lean Despair His face is fair as heaven Bring me an axe and spade, Bring me a winding-sheet; When I my grave have made, Let winds and tempests beat: Then down I'll lie, as cold as clay. True love doth pass away! SONG. OVE and harmony combine, Joys upon our branches sit, Thou the golden fruit dost bear, Thy sweet boughs perfume the air, There she sits and feeds her young, There his charming nest doth lay, SONG. LOVE the jocund dance, The softly-breathing song, I love the laughing vale, I love the echoing hill, Where mirth does never fail, And the jolly swain laughs his fill. I love the pleasant cot, I love the innocent bower, I love the oaken seat Beneath the oaken tree, I love our neighbours all,— SONG. EMORY, hither come, M And tune your merry notes: And, while upon the wind Your music floats, I'll pore upon the stream Where sighing lovers dream, I'll drink of the clear stream, And hear the linnet's song, And there I'll lie and dream The day along : And, when night comes, I'll go Walking along the darkened valley 康 MAD SONG. HE wild winds weep, And the night is a-cold; And my griefs enfold! But lo! the morning peeps Over the eastern steeps, And the rustling beds1 of dawn The earth do scorn. Lo! to the vault Of paved heaven, With sorrow fraught, They strike the ear of Night, They make mad the roaring winds, Like a fiend in a cloud, With howling woe After night I do crowd And with night will go; Should this be "birds ?" So printed in the selection made in Gilchrist's Life of Blake. I turn my back to the east From whence comforts have increased; For light doth seize my brain With frantic pain. SONG.1 RESH from the dewy hill, the merry Smiles on my head, and mounts his flaming car; Round my young brows the laurel wreathes a shade, My feet are winged, while o'er the dewy lawn Like as an angel glittering in the sky So, when she speaks, the voice of Heaven I hear; The love-songs in this series were written before Blake had any acquaintanceship with Catharine Boucher, who became his wife. |