Nature
To Morning
From Poems, ed. Alice Meynell (1911)
Nature
O holy virgin, clad in purest white,
Unlock heaven's golden gates, and issue forth;
Awake the dawn that sleeps in heaven; let light
Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring
The honeyed dew that cometh on waking day.
O radiant Morning, salute the Sun,
Roused like a huntsman to the chase, and with
Thy buskined feet appear upon our hills.
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Blake, William. “To Morning.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/blake/69/.
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Blake, William. “To Morning.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/blake/69/.
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