In the quiet shadow where the mystic dreams,
A soul departed, leaving silent streams.
Through ethereal whispers, his verses fly,
In the night’s embrace, where the echoes sigh.

With eyes that saw beyond the earthly veil,
He traced the stars with tales that never pale.
His words, a tapestry of light and dark,
In endless time, they leave their timeless mark.

The songs of angels in celestial choir,
Guide his spirit through realms that never tire.
In each soft breath of wind, his whispers roam,
In heart and memory, he finds his home.

Now in the stillness, where his visions rest,
His spirit dances in the blessed quest.
In dreams we find him, where the shadows break,
The silent echoes of dear William Blake.