Featured Poem: To Spring by William Blake

Not technically an Easter poem but a treat nonetheless:

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 list'ning
Vallies hear; all our longing eyes are turned
Up to thy bright pavillions: 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!

William Blake, 1752-1827

Would you like some more William Blake? Read Jonathan Roberts' piece about Blake's 'I saw a chapel all of gold' here. Read a previous Featured Poem by Blake, 'Piping down the valleys wild', here.