Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
William Blake. 17571827484. To Spring
O THOU with dewy locks, who lookest down | |
Through 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 tell one another, and the listening | 5 |
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turn’d | |
Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth | |
And let thy holy feet visit our clime! | |
Come o’er the eastern hills, and let our winds | |
Kiss thy perfumèd garments; let us taste | 10 |
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls | |
Upon our lovesick land that mourns for thee. | |
O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour | |
Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put | |
Thy golden crown upon her languish’d head, | 15 |
Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee. |