WILLIAM BLAKE

��488. Hear the Foice

1LJ EAR 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.'

��The Tiger

HPIGER, tiger, burning bright

• In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry

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