William Blake

O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
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O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou mayest rest
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.

Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache; do be my enemy--for friendship's sake.

Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache; do be my enemy--for friendship's sake.

I rose up at the dawn of day,--
"Get thee away! get thee away!
Pray'st thou for read more

I rose up at the dawn of day,--
"Get thee away! get thee away!
Pray'st thou for riches? Away, away!
This is the throne of Mammon grey."

The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.

The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower:
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To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower:
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.