Favorite poems from "Songs of Innocence".

The two poems I like the most from Songs of Innocence can be found towards the end of the book. The first one is titled The Blossom:

Merry Merry Sparrow
Under leaves so green,
A happy Blossom
Sees you swift as arrow
Seek your cradle narrow
Near my Bosom.

Pretty Pretty Robin
Under leaves so green
A happy Blossom
Hears you sobbing sobbing.
Pretty Pretty Robin,
Near my Bosom.

(William Blake: Canciones de Inocencia y de Experiencia, p. 104)

The other one is titled Night, and it is considerable longer:

The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine.
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon like a flower
In heavens high bower:
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.

Farewell green fields and happy groves,
Where flocks have took delight;
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom
And each sleeping bosom.

They look in every thoughtless nest,
Where birds are covered warm;
The visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm.
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping
They pour sleep on their head
And sit down by their bed.

When wolves and tygers howl for prey
They pitying stand and weep;
Seeking to drive their thirst away,
And keep them from the sheep.
But if they rush dreadful
The angels most heedful,
Recieve each mild spirit
New worlds to inherit.

And there the lions ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold.
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold,
Saying: wrath by his meekness
And by his health, sickness
Is driven away
From our immortal day.

And now beside thee bleating lamb,
I can lie down and sleep;
Or think on him who bore thy name,
Graze after-thee and weep.
For wash'd in lifes river
My bright mane for ever
Shall shine like the gold
As I guard o'er the fold.

(William Blake: Canciones de Inocencia y de Experiencia, pp. 108-110)