Reflection

Reflection

Thursday, May 5, 2011

To Spring

In dedication to Arleen...because she felt nature and all it's beauty.


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
      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
      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,
      Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee. 
       

      ~William Blake~

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