William Blake

As I am currently supposed to be revising English Literature but have once again fallen short; I shall post one of the more light hearted poems written by revolutionary and romantic poet William Blake. This is Night from his Songs of Innocence:

The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower,
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.

I love the variety of Blake's poetry; it is remarkable that the same poet wrote The Marriage of Heaven and Hell and I saw a Chapel all of Gold! Both of which are far too complicated to even begin to analyse in a blog post! xx.