(pictured: William Blake's death mask)
From The Complete Poetry & Prose of William Blake
AN EASY THING
"It is an easy thing to triumph in the summer's sun
And in the vintage and to sing on the waggon loaded with corn.
It is an easy thing to talk of prudence to the afflicted,
To speak the laws of prudence to the houseless wanderer,
To listen to the hungry raven's cry in wintry season
When the red blood is fill'd with wine and with the marrow of lambs."
From
The Price of Experience
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