Youth of delight! come hither
And see the opening morn,
Image of Truth new-born.
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark disputes and artful teazing.
Folly is an endless maze;
Tangled roots perplex her ways;
How many have fallen there!
They stumble all night over bones of the dead;
And feel -- they know not what but care;
And wish to lead others, when they should be led.
The Question and Answer section for The Poems of William Blake is a great resource to ask questions, find answers, and discuss the novel.
The poem is an objective perception of the ethnic conflict that erupted in Sri Lanka in 1983. The poem opens with how media report about the outbreak of ethnic violence in the country. The general civilian life gets disturbed and the tourist...
I think the speaker is referring to the stars.
I'm not sure that "normal" is the right word. A young man has killed his brother. We are not told why; the poet has focused his interest on the state of mind of the young man.
