Hear the voice of the Bard! Who Present, Past, & 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 slumberous mass.
Turn away no more; Why wilt thou turn away? The starry floor, The watery shore, Is given thee till the break of day.
- William Blake