Poetry Project

Blake and all his Poems

Blake Poems

The Blossom 

Merry, merry sparrow!
Under leaves so green
A happy blossom
Sees you, swift as arrow,
Seek your cradle narrow,
Near my bosom.
Pretty, pretty robin!
Under leaves so green
A happy blossom
Hears you sobbing, sobbing,
Pretty, pretty robin,
Near my bosom.

The Sick Rose

O rose, thou art sick!
   The invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
   In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
   Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
   Does thy life destroy.