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From "Blake's Seasons": "To Spring" My God! The morning buttonholed me and you, Young Spring, slid down the facets from its crystal-Linity can you see us here, this earth mote, Now it unites millions' faces turned for you?
The earth budges and peopled calls to itself, And swells with us and our echoes towards your Lucent enshrining withdraw that consent just Once, come smooth and sharp to stand within our voice!
Try rising with the sun as I have seen you So our breath may catch at your warmth, lapped and tamed In daily humbling in dew and jewels embrace The wintered soil still wincing from its last loss.
With your cherishing, deft hands, yourself, garnish Her naked force, with your tongue luster her skin
Then leave her flare with your bewildering flame, Whose clear flesh was bounded to abound in you.
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