William Blake (Уильям Блейк)

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. 

1. The Everlasting Gospel
2. The Two Songs
3. Three Things to Remember
4. Songs of Experience. The Little Girl Found
5. To the Accuser Who Is the God of This World

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