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Come unto These Yellow Sands, a song from "The Tempest".

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When That I Was and a Little Tiny Boy, which is sung by the clown, Feste, at the end of the "Twelfth Night".

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Come Unto These Yellow Sands

Come unto these yellow sands,
   And then take hands;
Court'sied when you have, and kissed,
   The wild waves whist, -
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
    Hark! Hark!
      Bow, wow,
   The watch-dogs bark:
      Bow, wow.
   Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, -a-diddle-dow!

                                                  from The Tempest



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When That I Was and a Little Tiny Boy

What then I was and a little tiny boy,
   with hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
a foolish thing was but a toy,
   For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came to man's estate
  With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
   For the rain it raineth every day

But when I came, alas! to wive,
  With hey, ho, the wind and rain
By swaggering could I never thrive,
  For the rain it raineth every day

But when I came unto my beds,
  With hey, ho, the wind and rain
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
  For the rain it raineth every day

A great while ago the world begun,
  With hey, ho, the wind and rain
But that's all one, our play is done,
  And we'll strive to please you every day
                                                  from Twelfth Night


This song is sung by the clown, Feste, at the end of the "Twelfth Night".
The setting of the "Twelfth Night" is in January, reflected in this poem's setting.



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William Blake -

The Tyger

Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes!
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly errors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made Lamb make thee?

Tiger, Tiger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
                                                  from "Songs of Experience"


"The Tyger" is featured in Blake's "Songs of Experience", published in 1794.
The poem contains a powerful rhythm, mostly definitely pounded out by the "heart" or "hammer", named internally. Blake could do nothing but ask questions.



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