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 Hear the voice of the Bard,

Who present, past, and future, sees;
Whose ears have heard
The Holy Word
That walked 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 gr***!
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the slumbrous m***.

'Turn away no more;
Why wilt thou turn away?
The starry floor,
The watery shore,
Is given thee till the break of day.' 

                                                                                    Introduction
                                                                                     From Songs of Experience

                                                                                         ~ William Blake