5: Till Covet broke his locks & bars. And slept with open doors: Envy sung at the rich mans feast: Wrath was follow'd up and down By a little ewe lamb And Wantonness on his own true love Begot a giant race: 6: Raging furious the flames of desire Ran thro' heaven & earth, living flames Intelligent, organiz'd; arm'd With destruction & plagues. In the midst [[http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=b-los.a.illbk.03&java=no][The Eternal Prophet]] bound in a chain Compell'd to watch Urizens shadow 7: Rag'd with curses & sparkles of fury Round the flames roll as Los hurls his chains Mounting up from his fury, condens'd Rolling round & round, mounting on high Into vacuum: into non-entity. Where nothing was! dash'd wide apart His feet stamp the eternal fierce-raging Rivers of wide flame; they roll round And round on all sides making their way Into darkness and shadowy obscurity Unwilling I look up to heaven! unwilling count the stars! Sitting in fathomless abyss of my immortal shrine. I sieze their burning power And bring forth howling terrors, all devouring fiery kings. Devouring & devoured roaming on dark and desolate mountains In [[http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=europe.b.illbk.04&java=no][forests of eternal death]], shrieking in hollow trees. Ah mother Enitharmon! Stamp not with solid form this vig'rous progeny of fires. I bring forth from my teeming bosom myriads of flames. And thou dost stamp them with a signet, then they roam abroad And leave me void as death; Ah! I am drown'd in shady woe, and visionary joy. And who shall bind the infinite with an eternal band? To compass it with swaddling bands? and who shall cherish it With milk and honey? I see it smile & I roll inward & my voice is past. For in the depths of Albions bosom in the eastern heaven, They sound the clarions strong! they chain the howling Captives! They cast the lots into the helmet; they give the oath of blood in Lambeth They vote the death of Luvah, & they naild him to Albions Tree in Bath: They staind him with poisonous blue, they inwove him in cruel roots To die a death of Six thousand years bound round with vegetation [[http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=jerusalem.e.illbk.65&java=no][The sun was black]] & the moon rolld a useless globe thro Britain! At last when desperation almost tore his heart in twain He recollected an old Prophecy in Eden recorded, And often sung to the loud harp at the immortal feasts That Milton of the Land of Albion should up ascend Forwards from Ulro from the Vale of Felpham; and set free Orc from his Chain of Jealousy, he started at the thought And down descended into Udan-Adan; it was night: And Satan sat sleeping upon his Couch in Udan Adan: His Spectre slept, his Shadow woke: when one sleeps th'other wakes But Milton entering my Foot: I saw in the nether Regions of the Imagination; also all men on Earth, And all in Heaven, saw in the nether regions of the Imagination In Ulro beneath Beulah, the vast breach of Miltons descent. But I knew not that it was Milton, for man cannot know What passes in his members till periods of Space & Time Reveal the secrets of Etenity: for more extensive Than any other earthly things, are Mans earthly lineaments. And all this [[http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=milton.a.illbk.19&java=no][Vegetable World]] appeard on my left Foot, As a bright sandal formd immortal of precious stones & gold: I stooped down & bound it on to walk forward thro' Eternity. Ephraim calld out to Zion: Awake O Brother Mountain Let us refuse the Plow & Spade, the heavy Roller & spiked Harrow. burn all these Corn fields. throw down all these fences Fattend on Human blood & drunk with wine of life is better far Than all these labours of the harvest & the vintage. See the river Red with the blood of Men. swells lustful round my rocky knees My clouds are not the clouds of verdant fields & groves of fruit But Clouds of Human Souls. my nostrils drink the lives of Men The Villages Lament. they faint outstretchd upon the plain Wailing runs round the Valleys from the Mill & from the Barn But most the polishd Palaces dark silent bow with dreadt Hiding their books & pictures. underneath the dens of Earth The Cities send to one another saying My sons are Mad With wine of cruelty. Let us plat a Scourge O Sister City Children are nourishd for the Slaughter; once the Child was fed With Milk; but wherefore now are Children fed with blood The Horse is of more value than the Man. The Tyger fierce Laughs at the Human form. the Lion mocks & thirsts for blood They cry O Spider spread thy web! Enlarge thy bones & fill'd With marrow. sinews & flesh Exalt thyself attain a voice Call to thy dark armd hosts, for all the sons of Men muster together To desolate their cities! Man shall be no more! Awake O Hosts The bow string sang upon the hills! Luvah & Vala ride Triumphant in the bloody sky. & the Human form is no more The listning Stars heard, & the first beam of the morning started back He cried out to his Father, depart! depart! but sudden Siez'd And clad in steel. & his Horse proudly neighd; he smelt the battle Afar off, Rushing back, reddning with rage the Mighty Father Siezd his bright Sheephook studded with gems & gold, he Swung it round His head shrill sounding in the sky, down rushd the Sun with noise Of war, The Mountains fled away they sought a place beneath Vala remaind in desarts of dark solitude. nor Sun nor Moon By night nor day to comfort her, she labourd in thick smoke Tharmas endurd not, he fled howling. then a barren waste sunk Conglobing in the dark confusion, Mean time Los was born And Thou O Enitharmon! Hark I hear the hammers of Los They melt the bones of Vala, & the bones of Luvah into wedges The innumerable sons & daughters of Luvah closd in furnaces Melt into furrows. winter blows his bellows: ice & Snow Tend the dire anvils. Mountains mourn & Rivers faint & fail There is no City nor Corn-field nor Orchard! all is Rock & Sand There is no Sun nor Moon nor Star. but rugged wintry rocks Justling together in the void suspended by inward fires Impatience now no longer can endure. Distracted Luvah Bursting forth from the loins of Enitharmon, Thou fierce Terror Go howl in vain, Smite Smite his fetters Smite O wintry hammers Smite Spectre of Urthona, mock the fiend who drew us down From heavens of joy into this Deep. Now rage but rage in vain Thus Sang the [[http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/erdman.xq?id=b2.3#top][Demons of the Deep]].