Hear the voice of the Bard!

Hear the voice of the Bard!

Hear the voice of the Bard!
Who Present, Past, & Future, sees;
Whose ears have heard
The Holy Word
That walk’d 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 slumberous mass.

“Turn away no more;
Why wilt thout turn away?
The starry floor,
The wat’ry shore,
Is giv’n thee till the break of day.”

by William Blake
Original Language English

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