The Wild Flower’s Song
–William Blake
As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild Flower
Singing a song.
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 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.”
As rosy as morn,
To seek for new joy;
But oh! met with scorn.”
Note on picture: An exquisite ceramic piece I found some years back in Treasure Mart, our local antiques-and-junk store. It is a certifiably gorgeous piece of art– for its composition and colors. Doesn’t he look like a proud Native American chieftain? In my mind’s eye, this is the kind of expression I think he might have had if we were to imagine him as the one being cited in the poem above!
