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The Book Of Urizen: Chapter II

    By William Blake



I

    Earth was not: nor globes of attraction
    The will of the Immortal expanded
    Or contracted his all flexible senses.
    Death was not, but eternal life sprung

II

    The sound of a trumpet the heavens
    Awoke & vast clouds of blood roll'd
    Round the dim rocks of Urizen, so nam'd
    That solitary one in Immensity

III

    Shrill the trumpet: & myriads of Eternity,
    Muster around the bleak desarts
    Now fill'd with clouds, darkness & waters
    That roll'd perplex'd labring & utter'd
    Words articulate, bursting in thunders
    That roll'd on the tops of his mountains

IV

    From the depths of dark solitude. From
    The eternal abode in my holiness,
    Hidden set apart in my stern counsels
    Reserv'd for the days of futurity,
    I have sought for a joy without pain,
    For a solid without fluctuation
    Why will you die O Eternals?
    Why live in unquenchable burnings?

V

    First I fought with the fire; consum'd
    Inwards, into a deep world within:
    A void immense, wild dark & deep,
    Where nothing was: Natures wide womb
    And self balanc'd stretch'd o'er the void
    I alone, even I! the winds merciless
    Bound; but condensing, in torrents
    They fall & fall; strong I repell'd
    The vast waves, & arose on the waters
    A wide world of solid obstruction

VI

    Here alone I in books formd of metals
    Have written the secrets of wisdom
    The secrets of dark contemplation
    By fightings and conflicts dire,
    With terrible monsters Sin-bred:
    Which the bosoms of all inhabit;
    Seven deadly Sins of the soul.

VII

    Lo! I unfold my darkness: and on
    This rock, place with strong hand the Book
    Of eternal brass, written in my solitude.

VIII

    Laws of peace, of love, of unity:
    Of pity, compassion, forgiveness.
    Let each chuse one habitation:
    His ancient infinite mansion:
    One command, one joy, one desire,
    One curse, one weight, one measure
    One King, one God, one Law.



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