Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born.
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
(William Blake [1757-1827]: Auguries of Innocence. London ca. 1803, posthum in "Poems", 1863)
Some to misery are born.
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
(William Blake [1757-1827]: Auguries of Innocence. London ca. 1803, posthum in "Poems", 1863)
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