Avengers: Infinity War

"The sun descending in the west,The evening star does shine;The birds are silent in their nest,And I must seek for mine.The moon, like a flower,In heaven's high bower,With silent delightSits and smiles on the night.Farewell, green fields and happy groves,Where flocks have took delight.Where lambs have nibbled, silent movesThe feet of angels bright;Unseen they pour blessing,And joy without ceasing,On each bud and blossom,And each sleeping bosom.And there the lion's ruddy eyesShall flow with tears of gold,And pitying the tender cries,And walking round the fold,Saying, 'Wrath, by His meekness,And, by His health, sicknessIs driven awayFrom our immortal day.And now beside thee, bleating lamb,I can lie down and sleep;Or think on Him who bore thy name,Graze after thee and weep.For, washed in life's river,My bright mane for everShall shine like the goldAs I guard o'er the fold." -William Blake, Songs of Innocence