Saturday, 2 February 2008

To The Evening Star

To The Evening Star

by: William Blake (1757-1827)

HOU fair-hair'd angel of the evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
Smile on our loves, and while thou drawest the
Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew
On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on
The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,
And wash the dusk with silver. Soon, full soon,
Dost thou withdraw; then the wolf rages wide,
And then the lion glares through the dun forest:
The fleeces of our flocks are cover'd with
Thy sacred dew: protect them with thine influence!

4 comments:

sunt_lacrimae_rerum said...

Thank you for posting a poem by Blake. He was a wonderful poet and a very spiffy man.

dragonfly said...

With a drop of hat or
With a drop of a cat with a hat...I
Liked the play of the words - my partner said this from the top of his head!...to be clear neither of us as a hobby drop cats or anything like that!
This is what I love about BLOG Connecting people across the world and play. So far I am having great enjoyment and fun reading people's post :o).
P.S Education - is that in the form of 'educare' latin for lead out i.e 'reclaiming'..are you possibly Reclaiming?
Dragonfly to Sunt-lacrimae-rerum Thankyou

deborah oak said...

thank you!!! Wonderful!!!! I'm kinda dizzy with poetry and William Blake really packs a poetry punch. Fantastic!

Moonroot said...

Lovely!