Hear the voice of the Bard, <br />Who present, past, and future, sees; <br />Whose ears have heard <br />The Holy Word <br />That walk'd among the ancient trees; <br /> <br />Calling the lapsèd soul, <br />And weeping in the evening dew; <br />That might control <br />The starry pole, <br />And fallen, fallen light renew! <br /> <br />'O Earth, O Earth, return! <br />Arise from out the dewy grass! <br />Night is worn, <br />And the morn <br />Rises from the slumbrous mass. <br /> <br />'Turn away no more; <br />Why wilt thou turn away? <br />The starry floor, <br />The watery shore, <br />Is given thee till the break of day.'<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/introduction-to-songs-of-experience/
