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Help please....
Posted by: Dee (---.proxy.aol.com)
Date: June 06, 2002 08:42PM

I need to find a poem that i can relate to Night by William Blake...if you have a suggestion please e-mail me...thank you


Re: Help please....
Posted by: Ryan Grogan (---.svusd.k12.ca.us)
Date: June 07, 2002 02:03PM

Look on the internet and find something that talks about the night or even light. Night sould be under the letter D and light(sun) sould be under S or L. Hope I helped.


Re: Help please....
Posted by: Pam Adams (---.csupomona.edu)
Date: June 07, 2002 05:53PM

Here's the Blake poem. You could talk about night or animals or the protection of the weak.

pam

Night
by: William Blake


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.

Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
Where flocks have took delight.
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each sleeping bosom.

They look in every thoughtless nest,
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm.
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.

When wolves and tigers howl for prey,
They pitying stand and weep;
Seeking to drive their thirst away,
And keep them from the sheep.
But if they rush dreadful,
The angels, most heedful,
Receive each mild spirit,
New worlds to inherit.

And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold,
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold,
Saying, "Wrath, by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness
Is driven away
From our immortal day.

"And now beside thee, bleating lamb,
I can lie down and sleep;
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee and weep.
For, washed in life's river,
My bright mane for ever
Shall shine like the gold
As I guard o'er the fold."




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