Lo! to the vault
Of pavèd heaven, 10
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, 15
And with tempests play.
Like a fiend in a cloud,
With howling woe
After night I do croud,
And with night will go; 20
I turn my back to the east
From whence comforts have increas'd;
For light doth seize my brain
With frantic pain.
17. Like . . . cloud] Cp. ' Infant Sorrow' in the Songs of Experience:
'Helpless, haked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.'
The picture was probably suggested in Blake's mind by passages in Macpherson's 'Ossian.'22 From whence] Whence DGR.
Song
Fresh from the dewy hill, the merry year 1
Smiles on my head and mounts his flaming car;
Round my young brows the laurel wreathes a shade,
And rising glories beam around my head.
My feet are wing'd, while o'er the dewy lawn, 5
I meet my maiden risen like the morn:
Oh bless those holy feet, like angels' feet;
Oh bless those limbs, beaming with heav'nly light.
Like as an angel glitt'ring in the sky 9
In times of innocence and holy joy;
The joyful shepherd stops his grateful song
To hear the music of an angel's tongue.
Poetical Sketches, p. 16.
5 like] with Gil. 6 angels'] angel's Gil. 9 Like as] As when Gil.12 an] that Gil.
