Auguries Of Innocence
William Blake
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to endless night
God appears and God is light
To those poor souls who dwell in night
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day
What appears as God at night
Is but a man within the light
To see a world in a grain of sand
And heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour
A robin readbreast in a cage
Puts all of heaven in a rage
It is right it should be so
Life was made for joy and woe
