"Father! father! where are you going?
O do not walk so fast.
Speak, father, speak to your little boy,
Or I shall be lost"
The night was dark, no father was there;
The child was wet with dew;
The mire was deep, and the child did weep,
And away the vapour flew.
William Blake
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