A poem about smiles and smiling from the youngest people. Blake can carry an intense feeling of care in his poems, especially this one. Sweet dreams to us all! We are far away from the age of a baby, and we find these people pleasant from Blake.
I like the swing of the poet. It gives us a long look, and a brief shape to the aspect of being in love. The abstract cares are finally uplifting the poem’s enterprise, and unique glimpses are made on the beauty of the subject. It can release a passion, just as the matter itself can release excitement. Much of the poem strives for a natural appraisal of being in love, with a similitude that is perfect, and an ending so metaphorical.
I like the song of despair, the singing of the desperate voice hurling and provoking and repeating. Beautiful words can match in many intriguing manners. I believe this poet sang the song of despair to the letter, and that is a heroic deed of written accomplishment!