innocence and experience...

Infant Joy

"I have no name
I am but two days old."
What shall I call thee?
"I happy am
Joy is my name."
Sweet joy befall thee!

Pretty joy!
Sweet joy but two days old,
Sweet joy I call thee;
Thou dost smile,
I sing the while -
Sweet joy befall thee.

William Blake, Songs of Innocence

The Sick Rose

O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
In the howling storm

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

William Blake, Songs of Experience