I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean? And that I was a maiden Queen: Guarded by an Angel mild; Witless woe, was ne’er beguil’d!
And I wept both night and day And he wip’d my tears away And I wept both day and night And hid from him my hearts delight
So he took his wings and fled: Then the morn blush’d rosy red: I dried my tears & armd my fears, With ten thousand shields and spears.
Soon my Angel came again: I was arm’d, he came in vain: For the time of youth was fled And grey hairs were on my head. (William Blake, ‘The Angel’, 124-5)