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The Bibelot

VOLUME I

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From The Bibelot, A Reprint of Poetry and Prose for Book Lovers, chosen in part from scarce editions and sources not generally known, Volume I, Testimonial Edition, Edited and Originally Published by Thomas B. Mosher, Portland, Maine; Wm. Wise & Co.; New York; 1904; p. 8.

I.  LYRICS FROM WILLIAM BLAKE




8

MAD SONG.




THE wild winds weep,
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
    And my griefs unfold! . . .
But lo! the morning peeps
Over the eastern steeps,
And the rustling birds of dawn
The earth do scorn.


Lo! to the vault
    Of pavèd heaven,
With sorrow fraught,
    My notes are driven:
They strike the ear of Night,
    Make weep the eyes of Day;
They make mad the roaring winds,
    And with tempests play.


Like a fiend in a cloud,
    With howling woe
After night I do crowd
    And with night will go;
I turn my back to the east
From whence comforts have increased;
For light doth seize my brain
With frantic pain.














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