Hear the voice of the bard: The present, past, and future sees.
His ears have heard the holy word, And walked among the ancient trees
Calling the lapsed soul, And weeping in the evening dew,
And might control the starry pole, And fallen, fallen, light renew.
Oh earth, oh earth return, Arise from out the dewy grass.
The night is worn, and the morn, Rises from the slumberous mass.
Turn away no more. Why will thou turn away the starry floor?
The watch, be sure, Is given thee til the break of day.
— William Blake, Songs of Experience