| IntroductionHear the voice of the Bard!Who Present, Past, & Future sees
 Whose ears have heard,
 The Holy Word,
 That walk'd among the ancient trees.
 Calling the lapsed SoulAnd weeping in the evening dew:
 That might controll,
 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 slumberous mass.
 Turn away no more:Why wilt thou turn away
 The starry floor
 The watry shore
 Is giv'n thee till the break of day
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