To Morning

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 the chambers of the east, and bring
The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day.
O radiant morning, salute the sun
Rous'd like a huntsman to the chase, and with
Thy buskin'd feet appear upon our hills.

by William Blake

Comments (3)

An aesthetic feel of a visual we get reading this poem...good nature poem
Beautiful dedication to morning time.......
............a super nice write, so ethereally beautiful ★