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William Blake

William Blake

As I walk’d forth one May morning

AS I walk’d forth one May morning  
To see the fields so pleasant and so gay,  
O! there did I spy a young maiden sweet,  
Among the violets that smell so sweet,  
               smell so sweet,          
               smell so sweet,  
Among the violets that smell so sweet.

Songs from ‘An Island in The Moon’

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Whether on Ida’s shady brow, Or in the chambers of the East, The chambers of the sun, that now From ancient melody have ceas’d; Whether in Heav’n ye wander fair,
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