Song: My silks and fine array

By William Blake 1757–1827 William Blake
My silks and fine array,
         My smiles and languish'd air,
By love are driv'n away;
         And mournful lean Despair
Brings me yew to deck my grave:
Such end true lovers have.

His face is fair as heav'n,
         When springing buds unfold;
O why to him was't giv'n,
         Whose heart is wintry cold?
His breast is love's all worship'd tomb,
Where all love's pilgrims come.

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!

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Poet William Blake 1757–1827

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Romantic

Subjects Living, Love, Nature, Relationships, Trees & Flowers, Sorrow & Grieving, Death, Unrequited Love, Break-ups & Vexed Love, Heartache & Loss

Poetic Terms Simile, Imagery, Rhymed Stanza

 William  Blake

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In his Life of William Blake (1863) Alexander Gilchrist warned his readers that Blake "neither wrote nor drew for the many, hardly for work'y-day men at all, rather for children and angels; himself 'a divine child,' whose playthings were sun, moon, and stars, the heavens and the earth." Yet Blake himself believed that his writings were of national importance and that they could be understood by a majority of men. Far from being . . .

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SUBJECT Living, Love, Nature, Relationships, Trees & Flowers, Sorrow & Grieving, Death, Unrequited Love, Break-ups & Vexed Love, Heartache & Loss

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Romantic

Poetic Terms Simile, Imagery, Rhymed Stanza

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