Quotation by William Blake

My silks and fine array,
My smiles and languish'd air,
By Love are driv'n away;
And mournful lean Despair
Brings me yew to deck my grave:
Such end true lovers have.
William Blake (1757–1827), British poet, painter, mystic. Song (l. 1–6). . .

The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
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