Song: Memory, hither come

William Blake

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Memory, hither come,
And tune your merry notes;
And, while upon the wind
Your music floats,

I'll pore upon the stream
Where sighing lovers dream,
And fish for fancies as they pass
Within the watery glass.

I'll drink of the clear stream,
And hear the linnet's song;
And there I'll lie and dream
The day along:

And, when night comes, I'll go
To places fit for woe,
Walking along the darken'd valley
With silent Melancholy.

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  • alfonzoraines

    I REMEMBER READING THIS WHEN I WAS YOUNGER! WHAT DO YOU ALL THINK THE STREAM REPRESENTS IN THE POEM?

    • emmettdavidson

      ah man, this one really hits close to home, I can almost see the scene playing out in my mind. "And fish for fancies as they pass within the watery glass." There’s just something so calming, yet melancholy about it all. Reminds me of times where I'd just space out and daydream by a river back in my hometown. Mixes the joyful with the somber in a way that's just spot on for life itself.