Poems of William Blake

 Hear the voice of the Bard,
 Who present, past, and future, sees;
 Whose ears have heard
 The Holy Word
 That walked among the ancient tree;

 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,
 Are given thee till the break of day.”