by William Blake (1757 - 1827)

The wild winds weep
Language: English 
Available translation(s): CAT
The wild winds weep
  And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
  And my griefs infold:
But lo! the morning peeps
  Over the eastern steeps,
And the rustling birds of dawn
  The earth do scorn. 

Lo! to the vault
  Of paved heaven,
With sorrow fraught
  My notes are driven:
They strike the ear of night,
  Make weep the eyes of day;
They make mad the roaring winds,
  And with tempests play. 

Like a fiend in a cloud,
  With howling woe,
After night I do crowd,
  And with night will go;
I turn my back to the east,
From whence comforts have increas'd;
For light doth seize my brain
With frantic pain.

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Note: said to have been written by Blake at the age of fourteen.
First published in Poetical Sketches, 1783

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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , title 1: "Cançó esbojarrada", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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