The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #59418   Message #1599636
Posted By: Bunnahabhain
07-Nov-05 - 08:24 PM
Thread Name: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Of course, this being William Blake, he had a tendancy to fill everything with imagery of this kind, in a manner we would now attribute to various species of mushroom.

Maybe we're safer with something like this,

The Poet's Song

The rain had fallen, the Poet arose,
   He passed by the town, and out of the street,
A light wind blew from the gates of the sun,
   And waves of shadow went over the wheat,
And he set him down in a lonely place,
   And chanted a melody loud and sweet,
That made the wild-swan pause in her cloud,
   And the lark drop down at his feet.

The swallow stopt as he hunted the bee,
   The snake slipt under a spray,
The hawk stood with the down on his beak
   And stared, with his foot on the prey
And the nightingale thought, "I have sung many songs,
   But never a one so gay,
For he sings of what the world will be
   When the years have died away.