Poem

Silent, Silent Night

Silent, Silent Night BY WILLIAM BLAKE
Silent Silent Night
Quench the holy light
Of thy torches bright
For possessd of Day
Thousand spirits stray
That sweet joys betray
Why should joys be sweet
Used with deceit
Nor with sorrows meet
But an honest joy
Does itself destroy
For a harlot coy
-By William Blake

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