Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth. – William Blake
I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee! – William Blake
Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth. – William Blake
I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee! – William Blake
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternitys sun rise. – William Blake