The Mind
Barren Blossom
From Poems, ed. Alice Meynell (1911)
The Mind
I feared the fury of my wind
Would blight all blossoms fair and true,
And my sun it shined and shined,
And my wind it never blew.
But a blossom fair or true
Was not found on any tree;
For all blossoms grew and grew
Fruitless, false, though fair to see.
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Blake, William. “Barren Blossom.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/blake/83/.
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Blake, William. “Barren Blossom.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/blake/83/.
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