William Rose Benet

Mad Blake

Blake saw a treeful of angels at Peckham Rye, And his hands could lay hold on the tiger’s terrible heart. Blake knew how deep is Hell, and Heaven how high, And could build the

The Falconer of God

I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying. I said, “Wait on, wait on, while I ride below! I shall start a heron soon In the marsh beneath the moon A