Car je est un autre: William Blake

The Ancient of Days by William Blake, 1794

The Voice Of The Ancient Bard

Youth of delight come hither:

And see the opening morn,

Image of truth new born

Doubt is fled & clouds of reason

Dark disputes & artful teazing.

Folly is an endless maze,

Tangled roots perplex her ways,

How many have fallen there!

They stumble all night over bones of the dead;

And feel they know not what but care;

And wish to lead others when they should be led.

William Blake [1757-1827], Songs of Innocence (1789) & Songs of Experience (1794).