The Poetry and Prose of William Blake Edited by David V. Erdman: Commentary by Harold Bloom |
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| The Poetry and Prose of William Blake | ||
Then Enitharmon woke, nor knew that she had slept
And eighteen hundred years were fled
As if they had not been
She calld her sons & daughters
To the sports of night,
Within her crystal house;
And thus her song proceeds.
And eighteen hundred years were fled
As if they had not been
She calld her sons & daughters
To the sports of night,
Within her crystal house;
And thus her song proceeds.
Arise Ethinthus! tho' the earth-worm call;
Let him call in vain;
Till the night of holy shadows
And human solitude is past!
Let him call in vain;
Till the night of holy shadows
And human solitude is past!
| The Poetry and Prose of William Blake | ||