William Blake

Tyger, tyger burning bright In deep forests of the night And little lamb you are the light That is burning in one Child tonight Who felt it so? Who wrote it down? Who lifts my soul? Who wears the crown? Sleep, William Blake All is well There's a marriage up in heaven tonight There's a fire in hell You were not mad I know time will tell William Blake The wild wind's weeping, the night grows cold The child is sleeping, the man grows old The seed is dying, the child unfolds And he walks upon the streets of gold Who is the child? Who is the man? Who makes me smile? Who loves the lamb? Sighing lovers sleep and dream Upon the wind the music floats The piper pipes at gates of dawn And draws us on to starry boats