Here you will find the Poem William Blake of poet James B.V. Thomson
He came to the desert of London town Gray miles long; He wandered up and he wandered down, Singing a quiet song. He came to the desert of London town, Mirk miles broad; He wandered up and he wandered down, Ever alone with God. There were thousands and thousands of human kind In this desert of brick and stone; But some were deaf and some were blind, And he was there alone. At length the good hour came; he died As he had lived, alone. He was not missed from the desert wide; Perhaps he was found at the throne.