| To Morning ~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 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 chance, and, with Thy Buskin'd feet, appear upon our hills. |