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William Blake (1757–1827).  The Poetical Works.  1908.
 
Poetical Sketches
Song: When early morn walks forth in sober grey
 
WHEN early morn walks forth in sober grey,
Then to my black-eyed maid I haste away;
When evening sits beneath her dusky bow’r,
And gently sighs away the silent hour,
The village bell alarms, away I go,        5
And the vale darkens at my pensive woe.
 
To that sweet village, where my black-eyed maid
Doth drop a tear beneath the silent shade,
I turn my eyes; and pensive as I go
Curse my black stars and bless my pleasing woe.        10
 
Oft when the summer sleeps among the trees,
Whisp’ring faint murmurs to the scanty breeze,
I walk the village round; if at her side
A youth doth walk in stolen joy and pride,
I curse my stars in bitter grief and woe,        15
That made my love so high and me so low.
 
O should she e’er prove false, his limbs I’d tear
And throw all pity on the burning air;
I’d curse bright fortune for my mixèd lot,
And then I’d die in peace and be forgot.        20
 
 
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