“William Blake, A Lonesome Angel, and Me

I hear my neighbor start to sigh,
I see her as she starts to cry,
I cannot bear to hear her cry,
Yet here she weeps, so near to me.

Come, my neighbor, do not sigh,
And come, my neighbor, must we lie?
Come now, my love, do not ask why,
Why, will you not die not to lie with me?

Oh, my neighbor, you must fly!
O, my love, I lie! I lie!
But my dear angel, I alone will die
If you flee from here, away from me.