In the silent whispers of the night,
William Blake’s visions take their flight.
Through realms unseen by mortal eyes,
His dreams unfold beneath the skies.
A painter’s hand with a poet’s heart,
Crafting worlds where shadows part.
Symbols dance in mystic rhyme,
Echoing through the halls of time.
From innocence to experience vast,
His words forever seem to last.
Unveiling truth in layers deep,
In every line his secrets keep.
O gentle sage of realms unknown,
Your legacy in stars is sown.
With every stroke and every word,
The soul’s pure essence is stirred.