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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Georgian Verse.  1909.
 
Song: ‘Fresh from the dewy hill, the merry year’
By William Blake (1757–1827)
 
FRESH from the dewy hill, the merry year
Smiles on my head and mounts his flaming car;
Round my young brows the laurel wreathes a shade,
And rising glories beam around my head.
 
My feet are wing’d, while o’er the dewy lawn,        5
I meet my maiden risen like the morn:
Oh bless those holy feet, like angels’ feet;
Oh bless those limbs, beaming with heav’nly light.
 
Like as an angel glitt’ring in the sky
In times of innocence and holy joy;        10
The joyful shepherd stops his grateful song
To hear the music of an angel’s tongue.
 
So when she speaks, the voice of heaven I hear;
So when we walk, nothing impure comes near;
Each field seems Eden, and each calm retreat        15
Each village seems the haunt of holy feet.
 
But that sweet village where my black-ey’d maid
Closes her eyes in sleep beneath night’s shade,
Whene’er I enter, more than mortal fire
Burns in my soul, and does my song inspire.        20
 
 
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