Little Boy Lost~ By William Blake
‘Father, father, where are you going?
O 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.
I have been thinking about poetry a lot the last few days, and being so unmotivated to actually write my own, I thought I would post about my favorite poets and poems. I like this poem. I had it memorized at one point in life. This is from Blake’s Songs of Innocence and is such a touching poem. I’m not quite sure why I like it, but hey, i do :)…