Children of the future age, <br /> Reading this indignant page, <br /> Know that in a former time <br /> Love, sweet love, was thought a crime. <br /> <br /> In the age of gold, <br /> Free from winter's cold, <br /> Youth and maiden bright, <br /> To the holy light, <br /> Naked in the sunny beams delight. <br /> <br /> Once a youthful pair, <br /> Filled with softest care, <br /> Met in garden bright <br /> Where the holy light <br /> Had just removed the curtains of the night. <br /> <br /> Then, in rising day, <br /> On the grass they play; <br /> Parents were afar, <br /> Strangers came not near, <br /> And the maiden soon forgot her fear. <br /> <br /> Tired with kisses sweet, <br /> They agree to meet <br /> When the silent sleep <br /> Waves o'er heaven's deep, <br /> And the weary tired wanderers weep. <br /> <br /> To her father white <br /> Came the maiden bright; <br /> But his loving look, <br /> Like the holy book <br /> All her tender limbs with terror shook. <br /> <br /> 'Ona, pale and weak, <br /> To thy father speak! <br /> Oh the trembling fear! <br /> Oh the dismal care <br /> That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair!'<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-girl-lost/
