Darcey Croft

National Poetry Day

Auguries of Innocence

William Blake

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.

A Robin Red breast in a Cage

Puts all Heaven in a Rage.

A dovehouse fill'd with doves and Pigeons

Shudders Hell thro' all its regions.

A dog starv'd at his Master's Gate

Predicts the ruin of the State.

A Horse misus’d upon the Road

Calls to Heaven for Human blood.

Each outcry of the hunted Hare

A fibre from the Brain does tear.

A Skylark wounded in the wing,

A Cherubim does cease to sing.

The Game Cock clip’t and arm'd for fight

Does the Rising Sun affright.

Every Wolf's and Lion's howl

Raises from Hell a Human Soul.

The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,

Keeps the Human Soul from Care.

The Lamb misus'd breeds Public strife,

And yet forgives the Butcher's Knife.

The Bat that flits at close of Eve

Has left the Brain that won't Believe.

The Owl that calls upon the Night

Speaks the Unbeliever's fright.

He who shall hurt the little Wren

Shall never be belov'd by Men.

He who the Ox to wrath has mov'd

Shall never be by woman lov'd.

The wanton Boy that kills the Fly

Shall feel the Spider's enmity.

He who torments the Chafer's sprite

Weaves a Bower in endless Night.

The Caterpiller on the Leaf

Repeats to thee thy Mother's grief.

Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly,

For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.

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