"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

20 August 2023

Hear.

Shishkin, Mast-Tree Grove, 1898


Hear the voice of the Bard,
Who present, past, and future, sees;
            Whose ears have heard
            The Holy Word
That walked among the ancient trees;

      Calling the lapsed soul,
And weeping in the evening dew;
            That might control
            The starry pole,
And fallen, fallen light renew!

      O Earth, O Earth, return!
Arise from out the dewy grass!
            Night is worn,
            And the morn
Rises from the slumbrous mass.

      Turn away no more;
Why wilt thou turn away?
            The starry floor,
            The watery shore,
Is given thee till the break of day.

William Blake

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