The Little Boy Lost

William Blake

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"Father, father, where are you going?
Oh do not walk so fast!
Speak, father, speak to you little boy,
Or else I shall be lost."

The night was dark, no father was there,
The child was wet with dew;
The mire was deep, and the child did weep,
And away the vapour flew.

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Comments2
  • Angelika Neumann

    WOW, THIS POEM REALLY HITS YOU IN THE FEELS. I CAN'T IMAGINE THE FEAR OF BEING THAT CHILD, "THE NIGHT WAS DARK, NO FATHER WAS THERE". IT'S SO SAD AND SCARY.

    • christoperborges

      Really felt the pain in this bleak poem by William Blake....