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Thomas Humphry Ward, ed.  The English Poets.  1880–1918.
Vol. III. The Eighteenth Century: Addison to Blake
Extracts from Poetical Sketches: Song: ‘My silks and fine array’
By William Blake (1757–1827)
MY silks and fine array,
  My smiles and languished air,
By love are driven away;
  And mournful lean Despair
Brings me yew to deck my grave:        5
Such end true lovers have.
His face is fair as heaven
  When springing buds unfold;
Oh, why to him was ’t given
  Whose heart is wintry cold?        10
His breast is love’s all-worshipped tomb
Where all love’s pilgrims come.
Bring me an axe and spade,
  Bring me a winding sheet;
When I my grave have made,        15
  Let winds and tempest beat;
Then down I ’ll lie as cold as clay.
True love doth pass away!

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