Like a fiend in a cloud, With howling woe After night I do crowd And with night will go I turn my back to the east, From whence comforts have increased For light cloth seize my brain With frantic pain. (William Blake)

Like a fiend in a cloud, With howling woe After night I do crowd And with night will go I turn my back to the east, From whence comforts have increased For light cloth seize my brain With frantic pain.

William Blake

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