To Spring

Okay, I'm gonna say it. I'm all set with the rain. I need some sunshine in my life. So, to spring: "Let us taste Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls Upon our lovesick land that  mourns for thee..."

To Spring

By William Blake

O Thou with dewy locks, who lookest down

Through the clear windows of the morning, turn

Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,

Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!

The hills tell one another, and the listening

Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turn'd

Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth

And let thy holy feet visit our clime!

Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds

Kiss thy perfumed garments: let us taste

Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls

Upon our lovesick land that  mourns for thee.

O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour

Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put

Thy golden crown upon her languish'd head,

Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee.