In the whispering woods where visions play,
A poet’s spirit dances in the light of day.
His words like rivers, flow through time,
Crafting worlds in rhythm and rhyme.

With eyes that see beyond the veil,
He paints the skies where dreams set sail.
Innocence and experience twine,
In every line, his heart’s design.

The tiger roars, the lamb lies still,
In wondrous realms where he bends his will.
Through symbols and songs, his truths unfold,
A tapestry of mysteries told.

O Blake, whose visions never fade,
In every leaf, your art is laid.
A timeless soul with wings of fire,
Forever soaring, forever higher.