William Blake (1757-1827)
Father, father, where are you going
O do not walk so fast.
Speak father, speak to your little boy
Or else I shall be lost.
The night was dark no father was there
The child was wet with dew.
The mire was deep & the child did weep
And away the vapour flew.
O do not walk so fast.
Speak father, speak to your little boy
Or else I shall be lost.
The night was dark no father was there
The child was wet with dew.
The mire was deep & the child did weep
And away the vapour flew.
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