THE ANGEL

I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen,
Guarded by an Angel mild;
Witless woe was ne’er beguil’d!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wip’d my tears away,
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart’s delight.

So he took his wings and fled;
Then the morn blush’d rosy red;
I dried my tears, & arm’d my fears
With ten thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was arm’d, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.

                                              
                    William Blake 
                      (1757-1827)