William Blake

The Little Boy Lost

“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, and the child did weep,
      And away the vapour flew.

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