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William Blake

To Morning

O holy virgin! clad in purest white,

Unlock heav'n's golden gates, and issue forth;

Awake the dawn that sleeps in heaven; let light

Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring

The honied dew that cometh on waking day.

O radiant morning, salute the sun,

Roused like a huntsman to the chase; and, with

Thy buskined feet, appear upon our hills.