And sweet lowing of the herds,
And couldn't find out words,
Do you see,
To say to them good-bye,
Where the yellowcups do lie;
So heaving a deep sigh,
Took to sea....

In this sort of pathos, so indefinable and intimate, William Blake and
only he can be said to resemble him.

B.




CONTENTS


NOTE

INTRODUCTION

BIOGRAPHICAL

EARLY POEMS--

*Ballad
*Song
Summer Evening