To Spring – William Blake poem

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 hills tell each other, and the listening Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turned Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth,Continue reading “To Spring – William Blake poem”

Why should I be bound to thee by William Blake (1757 – 1827)

Why should I be bound to thee, O my lovely Myrtle-tree? Love, free Love, cannot be bound To any tree that grows on ground. O! how sick and weary I Underneath my Myrtle lie; Like to dung upon the ground, Underneath my Myrtle bound. Oft my Myrtle sigh’d in vain To behold my heavy chain:Continue reading “Why should I be bound to thee by William Blake (1757 – 1827)”

The Tiger – William Blake

“The Tyger” is a poem made of questions. There are no less than thirteen question marks and only one full sentence that ends with a period instead of a question mark. Addressing “The Tyger,” the speaker questions it as to its creation – essentially: “Who made you Mr. Tyger?” “How were you made? Where? Why?Continue reading “The Tiger – William Blake”