Poem by William Blake

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Leave, O leave me to my sorrows;
Here I'll sit and fade away,
Till I'm nothing but a spirit,
And I lose this form of clay.

Then if chance along this forest
Any walk in pathless way,
Thro' the gloom he'll see my shadow
Hear my voice upon the breeze.

1. Songs of Experience. The Little Girl Found
2. Songs of Experience. Nurse's Song
3. A Divine Image
4. Eternity
5. Epigram

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