Poem by William Blake

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Thou hearest the Nightingale begin the Song of Spring.
The Lark sitting upon his earthy bed, just as the morn
Appears, listens silent; then springing from the waving
   Cornfield, loud
He leads the Choir of Day: trill, trill, trill, trill,
Mounting upon the wings of light into the Great Expanse,
Reechoing against the lovely blue & shining heavenly Shell,
His little throat labours with inspiration; every feather
On throat & breast & wings vibrates with the effluence
   Divine
All Nature listens silent to him, & the awful Sun
Stands still upon the Mountain looking
   on this little Bird
With eyes of soft humility & wonder, love & awe,
Then loud from their green covert all the Birds begin
   their Song:
The Thrush, the Linnet & the Goldfinch, Robin & the Wren
Awake the Sun from his sweet reverie upon
   the Mountain.
The Nightingale again assays his song, & thro' the day
And thro' the night warbles luxuriant, every Bird
   of Song
Attending his loud harmony with admiration & love.
This is a Vision of the lamentation of Beulah
   over Ololon.

1. Songs of Experience. The Little Girl Found
2. To the Accuser Who Is the God of This World
3. Songs of Experience. Nurse's Song
4. Songs of Experience. The Sick Rose
5. A Divine Image

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