Poems – Hear The Voice – William Blake

HEAR the voice of the Bard, Who present, past, and 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 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.’

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