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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.

William Blake. 1757–1827

484. To Spring

O THOU with dewy locks, who lookest down 
Through 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 one another, and the listening         5
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 perfumèd garments; let us taste  10
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls 
Upon our lovesick 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,  15
Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee.