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TO SPRING – 20 April 2008
By Mary T. Hoffman

Spring has finally “sprung” here, after an “un-spring-like” start! In celebration of this season’s pleasant transformation, here is a poem, TO SPRING by William Blake, which I found in an old book published in 1912:

William Blake
(1757 – 1817)

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 they 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
The golden crown upon her languish’d head,
Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee.

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