The Angel

by William Blake

　　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 beguiled!

　　And I wept both night and day,

　　And he wiped 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 blushed rosy red.

　　I dried my tears, and armed my fears

　　With ten thousand shields and spears.

　　Soon my Angel came again;

　　I was armed, he came in vain;

　　For the time of youth was fled,

　　And grey hairs were on my head.