The Angel ....poetry by William Blake I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean? And that I was a maiden Queen: Guarded by an Angel mild; Witless woe, was neer beguil'd! And I wept both night and day And he wip'd my tears away And I wept both day and night And hid from him my hearts delight So he took his wings and fled: Then the morn blush'd rosy red: I dried my tears & armd my fears, With ten thousand shields and spears. Soon my Angel came again; I was arm'd, he came in vain: For the time of youth was fled And grey hairs were on my head