Intorduction To The Songs Of Experience

William Blake

 Hear the voice of the Bard,
 Who present, past, and future, sees;
 Whose ears have heard
 The Holy Word
 That walked among the ancient tree;
 Calling the lapsed soul,
 And weeping in the evening dew;
 That might control
 The starry pole,
 And fallen, fallen light renew!
 "O Earth, O Earth, return!
 Arise from out the dewy grass!
 Night is worn,
 And the morn
 Rises from the slumbrous mass.
 "Turn away no more;
 Why wilt thou turn away?
 The starry floor,
 The watery shore,
 Are given thee till the break of day."

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