In the quiet shadows where the river flows,
A gentle whisper calls from distant lands,
William Blake, with eyes that softly close,
Embarks upon a path of silver sands.

The stars above, they twinkle with his name,
Their light a guide through night’s eternal veil,
A poet’s soul, untamed, they now reclaim,
As heaven’s choir greets him with a tale.

His visions dance amidst the cosmic night,
In colors bold and dreams that never fade,
Through realms unseen, his spirit takes its flight,
A legacy of wisdom he has laid.

Though silence now surrounds his gentle breath,
His words remain, a beacon shining bright,
In death, he finds a life beyond the scythe,
A timeless voice that turns the dark to light.