8.21.2006

Poem of the Day

I'm really liking my poems of the day lately. Get one short poem to your email each day here. Here are selections from William Blake's "Auguries of Innocence."

A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent....

Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn & every Night
Some are Born to sweet Delight.
Some ar Born to sweet Delight,
Some are born to Endless Night.
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro' the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to Perish in a Night
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light.
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in the Night,
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day.

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