Poetical Sketches
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TO SPRING.
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 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 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 languish’d head, Whose modest tresses were bound up for thee!
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About this edition
- The words
- The author's text, copied word for word.
- Copied from
Wikisource transcription of The Poems of William Blake (Shepherd,1887), Poetical Sketches only
- Left out
- The title page and opening pages before chapter 1
- The source website's menus, layout and notices, in 3 places
- The source library's header, footer and license
- Notes about a stage production
- Pictures and their captions