TO THE EVENING STAR
Thou fair-haired angel of the evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
Smile on our loves, and, while thou drawest the
Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew
On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on
The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,
And wash the dusk with silver. Soon, full soon,
Dost thou withdraw; then the wolf rages wide,
And the lion glares through the dun forest.
The fleeces of our flocks are covered with
Thy sacred dew; protect with them with thine influence.
-William Blake
Gladsome Lights 
Oh ! this is my son who just passed on … one of his favorite poets He loves the Little Lamb Who Made Thee poem too.. what a beautiful friend here you are gracing him and me with this most beloved poem for bedtime. we are late tonight getting there.. me and all his Yoda Plushies around me… now we can surely snuggle huggie and rest . Much Love .. I just love how God works. thank you humbly ,,, shhhh almost asleep. Merri and Erick too
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What a beautiful poem! Is that your photo? It is gorgeous!
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Maria, I’m almost certain I didn’t take the photo — but I can’t figure out where I found it, either!
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I found the source of the photo, when it showed up on a “related post” just now: astronomy-pictures.net
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A lovely poem.
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I do like William Blake- his depiction of night is always really evocative and beautiful. I like Sleep, Sleep, Beauty Bright, which I set to music for SATB choir for my A Level music.
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Yes. So lovely!
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