William Blake

“ I saw 'em kindle with Desire
While with soft sighs they blew the fire,
Saw the approaches of their joy,
He growing more fierce & she less coy
Saw how they mingled melting rays,
Exchanging Love a thousand ways. ”

“ I was so well pleased with her Luck that I thought I would try my Own & opend the following
As when the winds their airy quarrel try,
Justling from every quarter of the Sky,
This way & that the Mountain oak they bear
His boughs they shatter & his branches tear,
With leaves & falling mast they spread the Ground,
The hollow Valleys Eccho to the Sound. ”