In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where dreams and visions take their flight,
There lies a world of vivid grace,
Born from the mind of Blake’s embrace.
He paints with words, with colors bright,
In realms unseen by common sight,
A tapestry of thoughts unfurled,
A mystic dance in a shadowed world.
Through forests deep and rivers wide,
His spirits wander, side by side,
In Innocence and Experience’s sway,
He guides us on our inward way.
O poet, artist, seer of old,
Your visions in our hearts unfold,
In every line and stroke we find,
The timeless beauty of your mind.