Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MAD SONG, by WILLIAM BLAKE



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First Line: The wild winds weep
Last Line: With frantic pain.
Subject(s): Bible; Grief; Insanity; Mythology; Sorrow; Sadness; Madness; Mental Illness


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

Lo! to the vault
Of paved 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 croud,
And with night will go;
I turn my back to the east,

From whence comforts have increas'd;
For light doth seize my brain
With frantic pain.







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