Poems – Silent Night  – William Blake

Silent, silent night, 

Quench the holy light 

Of thy torches bright; 
For possessed of Day 

Thousand spirits stray 

That sweet joys betray. 
Why should joys be sweet 

Used with deceit, 

Nor with sorrows meet? 
But an honest joy 

Does itself destroy 

For a harlot coy.

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