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 | The Poetry and Prose of William Blake |  |
TO MORNING
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 honied dew that cometh on waking day.
O radiant morning, salute the sun,
Rouz'd like a huntsman to the chace; and, with
Thy buskin'd feet, appear upon our hills.
| The Poetry and Prose of William Blake | |