Consists of Blakes most well-known poems, e.g., Poetical Sketches, Songs of Innocence. Translated by Yuan Kejia, Zha Liangzheng.
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Fresh from the dewy hill, the merry year Smiles on my head and mounts his flaming car; Round my young brows the laurel wreathes a shade, And rising glories beam around my head. My feet are winged, while o'er the dewy lawn, I meet my maiden, risen like the morn. Oh, bless those holy feet, like angels' feet; Oh, bless those limbs, beaming with heavenly light! Like as an angel glittering in the sky, In times of innocence and holy joy—— The joyful shepherd stops his grateful song To hear the music of an angel's tongue. So when she speaks, the voice of heaven I hear; So when we walk, nothing impure comes near; Each field seems Eden, and each calm retreat; Each village seems the haunt of holy feet. But that sweet village where my black-eyed maid Closes her eyes in sleep beneath night's shade, Whene'er I enter, more than mortal fire Burns in my soul and does my song inspire.