30 March 2015

'To Spring' by William Blake

Just for fun.
Have a chag kasher v'sameach

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        
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 
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, 
Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee.

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