Allen Ginsberg — Introduction to Songs of Experience

Hear the voice of the Bard Who present, past, and future, sees; Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That walked among the ancient trees; Calling the lapséd soul And weeping in the evening dew; That might control 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 slumbrous mass ‘Turn away no more; Why wilt thou turn away? The starry floor The watery shore Is given thee till the break of day.’