Blake saw
Angels in a London street;
God the Father on a hill,
Christ before a tavern door.
Blake saw
All these shapes, and more.
Blake knew
Other men saw not as he;
So he tried to give his sight
To that beggarman, the world.
“You are mad,”
Was all the blind world said.
Blake died
Singing songs of praise to God.
“They are not mine,” he told his wife,
“I may praise them, they are not mine.”
Then he died. And the world called Blake divine.
(John Gould Fletcher)
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