William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

To Morning - Poem by William Blake

O holy virgin! clad in purest white,
Unlock heav'n's golden gates, and issue forth;
Awake the dawn that sleeps in heaven; let light
Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring
The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day.
O radiant morning, salute the sun
Rous'd like a huntsman to the chase, and with
Thy buskin'd feet appear upon our hills.

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  • Mizzy ........ (8/31/2016 2:48:00 PM)

    Beautiful dedication to morning time....... (Report) Reply

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  • (12/31/2015 1:27:00 PM)

    ............a super nice write, so ethereally beautiful ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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