TO THE EVENING STAR

by: William Blake (1757-1827)

      HOU fair-hair'd angel of the evening,
      Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
      Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
      Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
      Smile on our loves, and while thou drawest the
      Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew
      On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
      In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on
      The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,
      And wash the dusk with silver. Soon, full soon,
      Dost thou withdraw; then the wolf rages wide,
      And then the lion glares through the dun forest:
      The fleeces of our flocks are cover'd with
      Thy sacred dew: protect them with thine influence!

'To the Evening Star' is reprinted from English Poems. Ed. Edward Chauncey Baldwin. New York: American Book Company, 1908.

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