The Wild Flower's Song

Portrait of William Blake
William Blake 1757–1827

As I wandered the forest, The green leaves among, I heard a Wild Flower Singing a song.

'I slept in the earth In the silent night, I murmured my fears And I felt delight.

'In the morning I went As rosy as morn, To seek for new joy; But oh! met with scorn.'

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