Hear the Voice
1757-1827
HEAR 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.'
DayPoems Poem No. 440
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/440.html">Hear the Voice by William Blake</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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