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The Complete Poems

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by William Blake


  Fled! they fled at his horrible Form: they hid in caves

  50 And dens, they looked to one-another & became what they beheld

  Reuben return’d to Bashan, in despair he slept on the Stone.

  Then Gwendolen divided into Rahab & Tirza in Twelve Portionsf[.]

  Los rolled, his Eyes into two narrow circles, then sent him

  Over Jordan; all terrified fled: they became what they beheld.

  If Perceptive Organs vary: Objects of Perception seem to vary:

  If the Perceptive Organs close: their Objects seem to close also:

  Consider this O mortal Man: O worm of sixty winters said Los

  Consider Sexual Organization & hide thee in the dust.

  PLATE 31 [35]

  Then the Divine hand found the Two Limits, Satan and Adam,

  In Albions bosom: for in every Human bosom those Limits stand.

  And the Divine voice came from the Furnaces, as multitudes without

  Number: the voices of the innumerable multitudes of Eternity.

  And the appearance of a Man was seen in the Furnaces;

  Saving those who have sinned from the punishment of the Law,

  (In pity of the punisher whose state is eternal death,)

  And keeping them from Sin by the mild counsels of his love.

  Albion goes to Eternal Death: In Me all Eternity,

  10 Must pass thro’ condemnation, and awake beyond the Grave:

  No individual can keep these Laws, for they are death

  To every energy of man, and forbid the springs of life;

  Albion hath enterd the State Satan! Be permanent O State!

  And be thou for ever accursed! that Albion may arise again:

  And be thou created into a State! I go forth to Create

  States: to deliver Individuals evermore! Amen.

  So spoke the voice from the Furnaces, descending into Non-Entity

  [To Govern the Evil by Good: and States abolish Systems.]

  PLATE 32 [36]

  Reuben return’d to his place, in vain he sought beautiful Tirzah

  For his Eyelids were narrowd, & his Nostrils scented the ground

  And Sixty Winters Los raged in the Divisions of Reuben:

  Building the Moon of Ulro, plank by plank & rib by rib

  Reuben slept in the Cave of Adam, and Los folded his Tongue

  Between Lips of mire & clay, then sent him forth over Jordan

  In the love of Tirzah he said Doubt is my food day & night –

  All that beheld him fled howling and gnawed their tongues

  For pain: they became what they beheld. In reasonings Reuben returned

  10 To Heshbon, disconsolate he walkd thro Moab & he stood

  Before the Furnaces of Los in a horrible dreamful slumber,

  On Mount Gilead looking toward Gilgal: and Los bended

  His Ear in a spiral circle outward; then sent him over Jordan.

  The Seven Nations fled before him they became what they beheld

  Hand, Hyle & Coban fled: they became what they beheld

  Gwantock & Peachy hid in Damascus beneath Mount Lebanon

  Brereton & Slade in Egypt. Hutton & Skofeld & Kox

  Fled over Chaldea in terror in pains in every nerve

  Kotope & Bowen became what they beheld, fleeing over the Earth

  20 And the Twelve Female Emanations fled with them agonizing.

  Jerusalem trembled seeing her Children drivn by Los’s Hammer

  In the visions of the dreams of Beulah on the edge of Non-Entity

  Hand stood between Reuben & Merlin, as the Reasoning Spectre

  Stands between the Vegetative Man & his Immortal Imagination

  And the Four Zoa’s clouded rage East & West & North & South

  They change their situations, in the Universal Man.

  Albion groans, he sees the Elements divide before his face.

  And England who is Brittannia divided into Jerusalem & Vala

  And Urizen assumes the East, Luvah assumes the South

  30 In his dark Spectre ravening from his open Sepulcher

  And the Four Zoa’s who are the Four Eternal Senses of Man

  Became Four Elements separating from the Limbs of Albion

  These are their names in the Vegetative Generation

  [West Weighing East & North dividing Generation South [ ]ing]

  And Accident & Chance were found hidden in Length Bredth & Highth

  And they divided into Four ravening deathlike Forms

  Fairies & Genii & Nymphs & Gnomes of the Elements.

  These are States Permanently Fixed by the Divine Power[.]

  The Atlantic Continent sunk round Albions cliffy shore

  40 And the Sea poured in amain upon the Giants of Albion

  As Los bended the Senses of Reuben Reuben is Merlin

  Exploring the Three States of Ulro; Creation;

  Redemption, & Judgment

  And many of the Eternal Ones laughed after their manner

  Have you known the Judgment that is arisen among the

  Zoa’s of Albion? where a Man dare hardly to embrace

  His own Wife, for the terrors of Chastity that they call

  By the name of Morality, their Daughters govern all

  In hidden deceit! they are Vegetable only fit for burning:

  Art & Science cannot exist but by Naked Beauty displayd

  50 Then those in Great Eternity who contemplate on Death

  Said thus. What seems to Be: Is: To those to whom

  It seems to Be, & is productive of the most dreadful

  Consequences to those to whom it seems to Be: even of

  Torments, Despair, Eternal Death; but the Divine Mercy

  Steps beyond and Redeems Man in the Body of Jesus Amen

  And Length Bredth Highth again Obey the Divine Vision Hallelujah

  PLATE 33 [37]

  And One stood forth from the Divine family & said

  I feel my Spectre rising upon me! Albion! arouze thyself!

  Why dost thou thunder with frozen Spectrous wrath against us?

  The Spectre is, in Giant Man; insane, and most deform’d.

  Thou wilt certainly provoke my Spectre against thine in fury!

  He has a Sepulcher hewn out of a Rock ready for thee:

  And a Death of Eight thousand years, forg’d by thyself, upon

  The point of his Spear! if thou persistest to forbid with Laws

  Our Emanations, and to attack our secret supreme delights

  10 So Los spoke: But when he saw blue death in Albions feet,

  Again he join’d the Divine Body, following merciful;

  While Albion fled more indignant: revengeful covering

  PLATE 34 [38]

  His face and bosom with petrifie hardness, and his hands

  And feet, lest any should enter his bosom & embrace

  His hidden heart; his Emanation wept & trembled within him:

  Uttering not his jealousy, but hiding it as with

  Iron and steel, dark and opake, with clouds & tempests brooding:

  His strong limbs shudderd upon his mountains high and dark.

  Turning from Universal Love petrific as he went,

  His cold against the warmth of Eden rag’d with loud

  Thunders of deadly war (the fever of the human soul)

  10 Fires and clouds of rolling smoke! but mild the Saviour follow’d him,

  Displaying the Eternal Vision! the Divine Similitude!

  In loves and tears of brothers, sisters, sons, fathers, and friends

  Which if Man ceases to behold, he ceases to exist:

  Saying. Albion! Our wars are wars of life, & wounds of love,

  With intellectual spears, & long winged arrows of thought:

  Mutual in one anothers love and wrath all renewing

  We live as One Man; for contracting our infinite senses

  We behold multitude; or expanding: we behold as one,

  As One Man all the Univer
sal Family; and that One Man

  20 We call Jesus the Christ: and he in us, and we in him,

  Live in perfect harmony in Eden the land of life,

  Giving, recieving, and forgiving each others trespasses.

  He is the Good shepherd, he is the Lord and master:

  He is the Shepherd of Albion, he is all in all,

  In Eden: in the garden of God: and in heavenly Jerusalem.

  If we have offended, forgive us, take not vengeance against us.

  Thus speaking; the Divine Family follow Albion:

  I see them in the Vision of God upon my pleasant valleys.

  I behold London; a Human awful wonder of God!

  30 He says: Return, Albion, return! I give myself for thee:

  My Streets are my, Ideas of Imagination.

  Awake Albion, awake! and let us awake up together.

  My Houses are Thoughts: my Inhabitants: Affections,

  The children of my thoughts, walking within my blood-vessels,

  Shut from my nervous form which sleeps upon the verge of Beulah

  In dreams of darkness, while my vegetating blood in veiny pipes,

  Rolls dreadful thro’ the Furnaces of Los, and the Mills of Satan.

  For Albions sake, and for Jerusalem thy Emanation

  I give myself, and these my brethren give themselves for Albion.

  40 So spoke London, immortal Guardian! I heard in Lambeths shades:

  In Felpham I heard and saw the Visions of Albion

  I write in South Molton Street, what I both see and hear

  In regions of Humanity, in Londons opening streets.

  I see thee awful Parent Land in light, behold I see!

  Verulam! Canterbury! venerable parent of men,

  Generous immortal Guardian golden clad! for Cities

  Are Men, fathers of multitudes, and Rivers & Mountains

  Are also Men; every thing is Human, mighty! sublime!

  In every bosom a Universe expands, as wings

  50 Let down at will around, and call’d the Universal Tent.

  York, crown’d with loving kindness. Edinburgh, cloth’d

  With fortitude as with a garment of immortal texture

  Woven in looms of Eden, in spiritual deaths of mighty men

  Who give themselves, in Golgotha, Victims to Justice; where

  There is in Albion a Gate of Precious stones and gold

  Seen only by Emanations, by vegetations viewless,

  Bending across the road of Oxford Street; it from Hyde Park

  To Tyburns deathful shades, admits the wandering souls

  Of multitudes who die from Earth: this Gate cannot be found

  PLATE 35 [39]

  By Satans Watch-fiends tho’ they search numbering every grain

  Of sand on Earth every night, they never find this Gate.

  It is the Gate of Los. Withoutside is the Mill, intricate, dreadful

  And fill’d with cruel tortures; but no mortal man can find the Mill

  Of Satan, in his mortal pilgrimage of seventy years

  For Human beauty knows it not: nor can Mercy find it! But

  In the Fourth region of Humanity, Urthona namd[,]

  Mortality begins to roll the billows of Eternal Death

  Before the Gate of Los. Urthona here is named Los.

  10 And here begins the System of Moral Virtue, named Rahab.

  Albion fled thro’ the Gate of Los, and he stood in the Gate.

  Los was the friend of Albion who most lov’d him. In Cambridgeshire

  His eternal station, he is the twenty-eighth, & is four-fold.

  Seeing Albion had turn’d his back against the Divine Vision,

  Los said to Albion. Whither fleest thou? Albion reply’d.

  I die! I go to Eternal Death! the shades of death

  Hover within me & beneath, and spreading themselves outside

  Like rocky clouds, build me a gloomy monument of woe:

  Will none accompany me in my death? or be a Ransom for me

  20 In that dark Valley? I have girded round my cloke, and on my feet

  Bound these black shoes of death, & on my hands, deaths iron gloves:

  God hath forsaken me, & my friends are become a burden

  A weariness to me, & the human footstep is a terror to me.

  Los answerd, troubled: and his soul was rent in twain:

  Must the Wise die for an Atonement? does Mercy endure Atonement?

  No! It is Moral Severity, & destroys Mercy in its Victim.

  So speaking, not yet infected with the Error & Illusion,

  PLATE 36 [40]

  Los shudder’d at beholding Albion, for his disease

  Arose upon him pale and ghastly: and he call’d around

  The Friends of Albion: trembling at the sight of Eternal Death

  The four appear’d with their Emanations in fiery

  Chariots: black their fires roll beholding Albions House of Eternity

  Damp couch the flames beneath and silent, sick, stand shuddering

  Before the Porch of sixteen pillars: weeping every one

  Descended and fell down upon their knees around Albions knees,

  Swearing the Oath of God! with awful voice of thunders round

  10 Upon the hills & valleys, and the cloudy Oath roll’d far and wide

  Albion is sick! said every Valley, every mournful Hill

  And every River: our brother Albion is sick to death.

  He hath leagued himself with robbers: he hath studied the arts

  Of unbelief: Envy hovers over him! his Friends are his abhorrence!

  Those who give their lives for him are despised!

  Those who devour his soul, are taken into his bosom!

  To destroy his Emanation is their intention:

  Arise! awake O Friends of the Giant Albion

  They have perswaded him of horrible falshoods!

  20 They have sown errors over all his fruitful fields!

  The Twenty-four heard! they came trembling on watry chariots.

  Borne by the Living Creatures of the third procession

  Of Human Majesty, the Living Creatures wept aloud as they

  Went along Albions roads, till they arriv’d at Albions House.

  O! how the torments of Eternal Death, waited on Man:

  And the loud-rending bars of the Creation ready to burst:

  That the wide world might fly from its hinges & the immortal mansion

  Of Man, for ever be possessd by monsters of the deeps:

  And Man himself become a Fiend, wrap’d in an endless curse,

  30 Consuming and consum’d for-ever in flames of Moral Justice.

  For had the Body of Albion fall’n down, and from its dreadful ruins

  Let loose the enormous Spectre on the darkness of the deep,

  At enmity with the Merciful & fill’d with devouring fire,

  A nether-world must have recievd the foul enormous spirit,

  Under pretence of Moral Virtue, fill’d with Revenge and Law.

  There to eternity chain’d down, and issuing in red flames

  And curses, with his mighty arms brandish’d against the heavens

  Breathing cruelty blood & vengeance, gnashing his teeth with pain

  Torn with black storms, & ceaseless torrents of his own consuming fire:

  40 Within his breast his mighty Sons chaind down & fill’d with cursings:

  And his dark Eon, that once fair crystal form divinely clear:

  Within his ribs producing serpents whose souls are flames of fire.

  But, glory to the Merciful-One, for he is of tender mercies!

  And the Divine Family wept over him as One Man.

  And these the Twenty-four in whom the Divine Family

  Appeard; and they were One in Him. A Human Vision!

  Human Divine, Jesus the Saviour, blessed for ever and ever.

  Selsey, true friend! who afterwards submitted to be devourd

  By the waves of Despair, who
se Emanation rose above

  50 The flood, and was nam’d Chichester, lovely mild & gentle! Lo!

  Her lambs bleat to the sea-fowls cry, lamenting still for Albion.

  Submitting to be call’d the son of Los the terrible vision:

  Winchester stood devoting himself for Albion: his tents

  Outspread with abundant riches, and his Emanations

  Submitting to be call’d Enitharmons daughters, and be born

  In vegetable mould: created by the Hammer and Loom

  In Bowlahoola & Allamanda where the Dead wail night & day.

  (I call them by their English names: English, the rough basement.

  Los built the stubborn structure of the Language, acting against

  60 Albions melancholy, who must else have been a Dumb despair.)

  Gloucester and Exeter and Salisbury and Bristol: and benevolent Bath

  PLATE 37 [41]

  Bath who is Legions: he is the Seventh, the physician and

  The poisoner: the best and worst in Heaven and Hell:

  Whose Spectre first assimilated with Luvah in Albions mountains

  A triple octave he took, to reduce Jerusalem to twelve

  To cast Jerusalem forth upon the wilds to Poplar & Bow:

  To Malden & Canterbury in the delights of cruelty:

  The Shuttles of death sing in the sky to Islington & Pancrass

  Round Marybone to Tyburns River, weaving black melancholy as a net,

  And despair as meshes closely wove over the west of London,

  10 Where mild Jerusalem sought to repose in death & be no more.

  She fled to Lambeths mild Vale and hid herself beneath

  The Surrey Hills where Rephaim terminates: her Sons are siez’d

  For victims of sacrifice; but Jerusalem cannot be found! Hid

  By the Daughters of Beulah: gently snatch’d away: and hid in Beulah

  There is a Grain of Sand in Lambeth that Satan cannot find

  Nor can his Watch Fiends find it: tis translucent & has many Angles

  But he who finds it will find Oothoons palace, for within

  Opening into Beulah every angle is a lovely heaven

  But should the Watch Fiends find it, they would call it Sin

  20 And lay its Heavens & their inhabitants in blood of punishment

  Here Jerusalem & Vala were hid in soft slumberous repose

  Hid from the terrible East, shut up in the South & West.

  The Twenty-eight trembled in Deaths dark caves, in cold despair

  They kneeld around the Couch of Death in deep humiliation

  And tortures of self condemnation while their Spectres ragd within.

  The Four Zoa’s in terrible combustion clouded rage

 

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