I have very little of Mr Blake's company. He is always in Paradise. - Catherine Boucher*
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all Heaven in a rage.
A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons
Shudders Hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starved at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the State.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre of the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
William Blake 1757-1827