Songs Of Experience - By William Blake

INTRODUCTION

   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."