Blake

They have spoken lightly of my deathless friends, (Lamps for my gloom, handsguiding where I stumble,) Quoting, for shallow conversational ends, What Shelley shrilled, what Blake once wildly muttered† How can they use such names and be not humble?

—Sassoon, Siegfried Louvain

Grant me an old man's frenzy. Myself I must remake Till I amTimon and Lear Or that William Blake Who beat upon the wall Till Truth obeyed his call.

—Yeats,W(illiam) B(utler)