O holy virgin! clad in purest white, <br />Unlock heav'n's golden gates, and issue forth; <br />Awake the dawn that sleeps in heaven; let light <br />Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring <br />The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. <br />O radiant morning, salute the sun <br />Rous'd like a huntsman to the chase, and with <br />Thy buskin'd feet appear upon our hills.<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-morning/
