William Blake

From Songs of Experience

Hear the voice of the Bard!

Who present, past, and future, sees

Whose ears have heard

The Holy Word

That walked among the ancient trees;

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,

Is given thee till the break of day."