William Blake, Songs of Innocence and of Experience

"How can the bird that is born for joySit in a cage and sing?How can a child, when fears annoy,But droop his tender wing,And forget his youthful spring?"

"When the stars threw down their spears, and watered heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?"

"And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires."