One of my favourite Blake poems:
To see a world in a grain of sand / And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand / And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage / Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons / Shudders hell through all its regions.
A dog starved at his master's gate / Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road / Calls to heaven for human blood...
...The winner's shout, the loser's curse, / Dance before dead England's hearse.
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.
We are led to believe a lie / When we see not through the eye
Which was born in a night to perish in a night, / When the soul slept in beams of light.
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.
-William Blake: The Auguries of Innocence
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