The Little Boy Lost

"Father, father, where are you going?
Oh do not walk so fast!
Speak, father, speak to your little boy,
Or else I shall be lost."
The night was dark, no father was there,
The child was wet with dew;
The mire was deep, and the child did weep,
And away the vapour flew.

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English poet, painter, and printmaker. Largely unrecognized during his life, Blake is now considered a seminal figure in Romantic poetry.

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