William Blake

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six
thousand years is true, as I have heard from Hell.
For the cherub with his flaming sword is hereby commanded to leave his guard at
tree of life, and when he does, the whole creation will be consumed, and appear
infinite, and holy whereas it now appears finite & corrupt.
This will come to pass by an improvement of sensual enjoyment.
But first the notion that man has a body distinct from his soul, is to be expunged:
this I shall do, by printing in the infernal mehtod, by corrosives, which in Hell are
salutary and medicinal, melting apparent surfaces away, and displaying the
infinite which was hid.
If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is,
infinite.
For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his
cavern.
 
 
 
    Song  
    MY silks and fine array, 
    My smiles and languish'd air, 
    By Love are driven away; 
    And mournful lean Despair
    Brings me yew to deck my grave
    such end true lovers have
     
    His face is fair as heaven
    When springing buds unfold
    O why to him was 't given,
    Whose heart is wintry cold?
    His breast is Love's all-worshipp'd tomb
     Where all Love's pilgrims come.
     
     
    Bring me an axe and spade
    Bring me a winding-sheet;
    When I my grave have made
    Let winds and tempests beat
    Then down I'll lie, as cold as clay:
    True love doth pass away!
     

 
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