A Quote by William Blake on dance, daughters, rest, and songs
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe; And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruit and flowers.
Source: To Autumn, 1783
Contributed by: Zaady