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SELECTIONS FROM BLAKE'S WRITINGS
TO SPRING.
O thou, with dewy locks, who lookest down
Thro' the clear windows of the morning turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!
The hills do tell each other, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turned
Up to thy bright pavilion: issue forth,
And let thy holy feet visit our clime!
Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds
Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.
O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour
Thy softest kisses on her bosom, and put
Thy golden crown upon her languish'd head
Whose modest tresses were bound up for thee.
