the angel

"i dreamt a dream! what can it mean?

and that i was a maiden queen:

guarded by an angel mild;

witless woe, was neer beguil'd!

and i wept both night and day

and he wiped my tears away

and i wept both day and night

and hid from him my hearts delight

so he took his wings and fled:

then the morn blush'd rosy red:

i dried my tears & arm'd my my fears,

with ten thousand shields and spears.

soon my angel came again;

i was arm'd, he came in vain:

for the time of youth was fled

and grey hairs were on my head"

- the angel by william blake