'Father, father, where are you going? <br /> Oh do not walk so fast! <br /> Speak, father, speak to you little boy, <br /> Or else I shall be lost.' <br /> <br /> The night was dark, no father was there, <br /> The child was wet with dew; <br /> The mire was deep, and the child did weep, <br /> And away the vapour flew.<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-little-boy-lost/
