To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.

William Blake

Oh, I love it, dear Inda. Thank you for sharing this beauty by William Blake.

Love, Margherita

I am happy to see that we now have two sections for poetry. Thank you for the William Blake, it is very beautiful.

Love
Vicky

Thank you for the beautiful and touching William Blake.

I really like this new section for poetry.

Here is a nice one from Shakespeare

"Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."
Rom & Jul, Act i. Sc.5

Love,
Sue

To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour. -William Blake

Thank you for this beauty dear Inda.

Nice Shakespeare Sue!

I can see that this are of Givnology will be amazingly beautiful. Thanks to YOU all! Love and light being, Teo

I GIVE YOU THE END OF A GOLDEN THREAD

I give you the end of a golden thread
Only wind it into a ball,
It will lead you in at Heaven's Gate
Built in Jerusalem's wall.

William Blake

A Dream
William Blake

Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass methought I lay.

A Little Boy Lost
William Blake

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.

A Little Girl Lost
William Blake

Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.

I Heard an Angel
William Blake

I heard an Angel singing
When the day was springing,
"Mercy, Pity, Peace
Is the world's release."

Infant Joy
William Blake

"I have no name;
I am but two days old."
What shall I call thee?
"I happy am,

Infant Sorrow
William Blake

My mother groaned, my father wept,
Into the dangerous world I leapt;
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

Love's Secret
William Blake

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.

Laughing Song
William Blake

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

My Pretty Rose Tree
William Blake

A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose tree,"
And I passed the sweet flower o'er

Thank you for going through the old posts Vicky.
There is an incredible amount of wealth stored on Givnology.

Men are admitted into Heaven not because they have curbed & govern'd their Passions or have No Passions, but because they have Cultivated their Understandings. The Treasures of Heaven are not Negations of Passion, but Realities of Intellect, from which all the Passions Emanate Uncurbed in their Eternal Glory.

William Blake

A Cradle Song
William Blake

Sweet dreams form a shade,
O’er my lovely infants head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
By happy silent moony beams

Sweet sleep with soft down.
Weave thy brows an infant crown.
Sweet sleep Angel mild,
Hover o’er my happy child.

Sweet smiles in the night,
Hover over my delight.
Sweet smiles Mothers smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles.

Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes,
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the dovelike moans beguiles.

Sleep sleep happy child,
All creation slept and smil’d.
Sleep sleep, happy sleep.
While o’er thee thy mother weep

Sweet babe in thy face,
Holy image I can trace.
Sweet babe once like thee.
Thy maker lay and wept for me

Wept for me for thee for all,
When he was an infant small.
Thou his image ever see.
Heavenly face that smiles on thee,

Smiles on thee on me on all,
Who became an infant small,
Infant smiles are His own smiles,
Heaven & earth to peace beguiles.

Ah Sunflower
William Blake

Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!

Blossom, The
William Blake

Merry, merry sparrow!
Under leaves so green
A happy blossom
Sees you, swift as arrow,
Seek your cradle narrow,
Near my bosom.
Pretty, pretty robin!
Under leaves so green
A happy blossom
Hears you sobbing, sobbing,
Pretty, pretty robin,
Near my bosom.