"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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Comments2WOW, 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.
Really felt the pain in this bleak poem by William Blake....