The Little Boy Lost.

By William Blake

Father, father, where are you going

O do not walk so fast.

Speak father, speak to your little boy

Or else I shall be lost,

The night was dark no father was there

The child was wet with dew.

The mire was deep, & the child did weep

And away the vapour flew.

About William Blake

William Blake was a romantic poet from England born in 1757, he started writing poetry by age 12. Blake died 3 month before his 70th birthday in 1827.


To sum up “The Little Boy Lost:” In the face of death our life is uncertain. Death helps to bring equality, in the sense that the problem can be faced by young and old, and negate all opinions each has. We are all lost when we ask the question “Am I going to die?” Once a heavy question like that is asked how ever, there may be divine answers that you recieve.