In shadows deep, where visions lie,
William Blake saw heavens high.
With pen and ink, his soul did fly,
To realms unseen by mortal eye.

His words, a bridge to worlds anew,
Where angels sing and skies are blue.
In every verse, a dream he drew,
Of innocence and wisdom true.

A painter’s hand, a poet’s heart,
He wove his art in every part.
From Songs of Joy to Sorrow’s chart,
His legacy will never depart.

Oh, Blake, your spirit still does shine,
Through every line, your truths align.
In realms of thought, your soul entwined,
Forevermore, your light divine.