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 | ||
The Argument
I loved Theotormon
And I was not ashamed
I trembled in my virgin fears
And I hid in Leutha's vale!
And I was not ashamed
I trembled in my virgin fears
And I hid in Leutha's vale!
I plucked Leutha's flower,
And I rose up from the vale;
But the terrible thunders tore
My virgin mantle in twain.
And I rose up from the vale;
But the terrible thunders tore
My virgin mantle in twain.
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The Poetry and Prose of William Blake | ||