Song: Memory, hither come
July 6, 2023Several Questions Answered
July 6, 2023Song for the Rainy Season
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-worshipp’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!
William Blake
William Blake (1757-1827) was an English poet, painter, and printmaker who is considered one of the most important figures of the Romantic era. He is best known for his poetry collections, "Songs of Innocence" and "Songs of Experience," which explore themes of childhood, spirituality, and the human condition. Blake was also a visual artist, and his paintings and illustrations often feature the same themes as his poetry.