In the realm where shadows dance,
Blake’s visions take their flight,
A world of dreams and mystic chance,
Lit by imagination’s light.

Through forests deep and rivers wide,
His words like flames do soar,
In innocence and experience tied,
To realms unseen before.

The lamb and tiger, side by side,
In symbols rich and rare,
Speak of life’s eternal tide,
Of joy and silent despair.

In every stroke and every line,
A universe unfolds,
Where spirit and the divine,
In whispered tales are told.