I laid me down upon a bank..
I laid me down upon a bank
Where love lay sleeping
I heard among the rushes dank
Weeping Weeping
Then I went to the heath & the wild 5
To the thistles & thorns of the waste
And they told me how they were beguild
Driven out & compeld to be chaste
poem by William Blake from Songs and Ballads (1793)
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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