WHETHER on Idas shady brow
Or in the chambers of the East,
The chambers of the Sun,
From ancient melody have ceased;
Whether in heaven ye wander fair,
Or the green corners of the earth,
Or the blue regions of
Where the melodious winds have birth;
Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,
Beneath the bosom of the sea,
Wandering in many a coral
Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry;
How have you left the ancient love
That bards of old enjoyd in you!
The languid strings do
The sound is forced, the notes are few.
O THOU with dewy locks, who lookest down
Through the clear windows of the morning, turn
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 turnd
thy bright pavilions: issue forth
And let thy holy feet visit our clime!
Come oer the eastern hills, and let our winds
Kiss thy perfumàed garments; let us taste
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
crown upon her languishd head,
Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee.
AND did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon Englands mountains green?
And was the holy
Lamb of God
On Englands pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded
Among these dark Satanic Mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold !
Bring me my arrows of desire !
Bring me my spear ! O
clouds, unfold !
Bring me my chariot of fire !
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built
In Englands green and pleasant land.
PIPING down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
laughing said to me:
Pipe a song about a Lamb !
So I piped with merry cheer.
Piper, pipe that song again;
piped: he wept to hear.
Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;
Sing thy songs of happy cheer !
So I sung the same again,
he wept with joy to hear.
Piper, sit thee down and write
In a book that all may read.
So he vanishd from my sight;
I pluckd a hollow reed,
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