The Complete Poems by William Blake

Author:William Blake
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Penguin Books Ltd
Published: 2004-08-14T04:00:00+00:00

30 Is this our Femin[in]e Portion the Six-fold Miltonic Female

Terribly this Portion trembles before thee O awful Man

Altho’ our Human Power can sustain the severe contentions

Of Friendship, our Sexual cannot: but flies into the Ulro.

Hence arose all our terrors in Eternity! & now remembrance

Returns upon us! are we Contraries O Milton, Thou & I

O Immortal: how were we led to War the Wars of Death

Is this the Void Outside of Existence, which if enter’d into

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Becomes a Womb? & is this the Death Couch of Albion

Thou goest to Eternal Death & all must go with thee

So saying, the Virgin divided Six-fold & with a shriek

Dolorous that ran thro all Creation a Double Six-fold Wonder:

Away from Ololon she divided & fled into the depths

Of Miltons Shadow as a Dove upon the stormy Sea.

Then as a Moony Ark Ololon descended to Felphams Vale

In clouds of blood, in streams of gore, with dreadful thunderings

Into the Fires of Intellect that rejoic’d in Felphams Vale

10 Around the Starry Eight: with one accord the Starry Eight became

One Man Jesus the Saviour. wonderful! round his limbs

The Clouds of Ololon folded as a Garment dipped in blood

Written within & without in woven letters: & the Writing

Is the Divine Revelation in the Litteral expression:

A Garment of War, I heard it namd the Woof of Six Thousand Years

And I beheld the Twenty-four Cities of Albion

Arise upon their Thrones to Judge the Nations of the Earth

And the Immortal Four in whom the Twenty-four appear Four-fold

Arose around Albions body: Jesus wept & walked forth

20 From Felphams Vale clothed in Clouds of blood, to enter into

Albions Bosom, the bosom of death & the Four surrounded him

In the Column of Fire in Felphams Vale; then to their mouths the Four

Applied their Four Trumpets & them sounded to the Four winds

Terror struck in the Vale I stood at that immortal sound

My bones trembled. I fell outstretchd upon the path

A moment, & my Soul returnd into its mortal state

To Resurrection & Judgment in the Vegetable Body

And my sweet Shadow of Delight stood trembling by my side

Immediately the Lark mounted with a loud trill from Felphams Vale

30 And the Wild Thyme from Wimbletons green & impurpled Hills

And Los & Enitharmon rose over the Hills of Surrey

Their clouds roll over London with a south wind, soft Oothoon

Pants in the Vales of Lambeth weeping oer her Human Harvest

Los listens to the Cry of the Poor Man: his Cloud

Over London in volume terrific, low bended in anger.

Rintrah & Palamabron view the Human Harvest beneath

Their Wine-presses & Barns stand open; the Ovens are prepar’d

The Waggons ready: terrific Lions & Tygers sport & play

All Animals upon the Earth, are prepard in all their strength

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To go forth to the Great Harvest & Vintage of the Nations

Finis

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