Homage to William Blake

See you lavender skies suspended
    over lilies and foxes and does?
Find you bees in circles unending,
    bringing peace between raging foes?
Gentle Blake has surely hatched visions
    for our space age consciousness,
brushing spirits with powerful wholeness
    and minds with new innocence.
So we ll pick up the graver s equipment
    and, with rocker, burin, and trowel,
we ll re present Blake s forceful picture
    of the re birth of the soul.
Yet more, we ll ask the bright tyger
    to lounge in his nocturnal den
and evils of fission s destruction
    to seize not the thoughts of men.
 
 
 
 
    Homage to William Blake

See you lavender skies suspended
    over lilies and foxes and does?
Find you bees in circles unending,
    bringing peace between raging foes?
Gentle Blake has surely hatched visions
    for our space age consciousness,
brushing spirits with powerful wholeness
    and minds with new innocence.
So we ll pick up the graver s equipment
    and, with rocker, burin, and trowel,
we ll re present Blake s forceful picture
    of the re birth of the soul.
Yet more, we ll ask the bright tyger
    to lounge in his nocturnal den
and evils of fission s destruction
    to seize not the thoughts of men.
 
 
 
 
    Homage to William Blake

See you lavender skies suspended
    over lilies and foxes and does?
Find you bees in circles unending,
    bringing peace between raging foes?
Gentle Blake has surely hatched visions
    for our space age consciousness,
brushing spirits with powerful wholeness
    and minds with new innocence.
So we ll pick up the graver s equipment
    and, with rocker, burin, and trowel,
we ll re present Blake s forceful picture
    of the re birth of the soul.
Yet more, we ll ask the bright tyger
    to lounge in his nocturnal den
and evils of fission s destruction
    to seize not the thoughts of men.
 
 
 
 
    Homage to William Blake

See you lavender skies suspended
    over lilies and foxes and does?
Find you bees in circles unending,
    bringing peace between raging foes?
Gentle Blake has surely hatched visions
    for our space age consciousness,
brushing spirits with powerful wholeness
    and minds with new innocence.
So we ll pick up the graver s equipment
    and, with rocker, burin, and trowel,
we ll re present Blake s forceful picture
    of the re birth of the soul.
Yet more, we ll ask the bright tyger
    to lounge in his nocturnal den
and evils of fission s destruction
    to seize not the thoughts of men.