HEAR THE VOICE

by: William Blake (1757-1827)

      EAR the voice of the Bard,
      Who present, past, and future, sees;
      Whose ears have heard
      The Holy Word
      That walk'd among the ancient trees;
       
      Calling the lapsèd 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,
      Is given thee till the break of day.'

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