Song
Read 'Song' by 'William Blake' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
MY silks and fine array
My smiles and languish'd air
By Love are driven away;
And mournful lean Despair
Brings me yew to deck my grave: 5
Such end true lovers have.
His face is fair as heaven
When springing buds unfold:
O why to him was 't given
Whose heart is wintry cold? 10
His breast is Love's all-worshipp'd tomb
Where all Love's pilgrims come.
Bring me an axe and spade
Bring me a winding-sheet;
When I my grave have made 15
Let winds and tempests beat:
Then down I'll lie as cold as clay:
True love doth pass away!
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