To Spring Poem by William Blake

To Spring

Rating: 2.9


O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Thro' 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 each other, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turned
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 perfumed garments; let us taste
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
Upon our love-sick 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 languished head,
Whose modest tresses were bound up for thee.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr. Johnathan Simpson 15 April 2021

Best description of spring I have herd in my many days, even better than Dildo Mc. Jackcocks poem about spring.

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Dr. Johnathan Simpson 15 April 2021

The description of spring I have seen in my many days, even better than Dildo Mc. Jackcocks poem about spring

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Cornman 15 April 2021

Spring is best with William Blake seven inches in

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Hans Vr 13 November 2016

I like this poem very much, as most of Blake's other writitngs I truly do not understand the people giving him ratings anything less than full marks.

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Mizzy ........ 31 August 2016

Superb descriptions of Spring.......

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Cornman 15 April 2021

Spring is beautiful especial with but plugs

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