Plate 83

Corruptibility appears upon thy limbs, and never more Can I arise and leave thy side, but labour here incessant Till thy awaking! yet alas I shall forget Eternity! Against the Patriarchal pomp and cruelty, labouring incessant I shall become an Infant horror. Enion! Tharmas! friends Absorb me not in such dire grief: O Albion, my brother! Jerusalem hungers in the desart! affection to her children! The scorn'd and contemnd youthful girl, where shall she fly? Sussex shuts up her Villages. Hants, Devon & Wilts Surrounded with masses of stone in orderd forms, determine then A form for Vala and a form for Luvah, here on the Thames Where the Victim nightly howls beneath the Druids knife: A Form of Vegetation, nail them down on the stems of Mystery: O when shall the Saxon return with the English his redeemed brother! O when shall the Lamb of God descend among the Reprobate! I woo to Amalek to protect my fugitives[.] Amalek trembles: I call to Canaan & Moab in my night watches, they mourn: They listen not to my cry, they rejo[i]ce among their warriors Woden and Thor and Friga wholly consume my Saxons: On their enormous Altars built in the terrible north: From Irelands rocks to Scandinavia Persia and Tartary: From the Atlantic Sea to the universal Erythrean. Found ye London! enormous City! weeps thy River? Upon his parent bosom lay thy little ones O Land Forsaken. Surrey and Sussex are Enitharmons Chamber. Where I will build her a Couch of repose & my pillars Shall surround her in beautiful labyrinths: Oothoon? Where hides my child? in Oxford hidest thou with Antamon? In graceful hidings of error: in merciful deceit Lest Hand the terrible destroy his Affection. thou hidest her: In chaste appearances for sweet deceits of love & modesty Immingled, interwoven, glistening to the sickening sight. Let Cambel and her Sisters sit within the Mundane Shell: Forming the fluctuating Globe according to their will, According as they weave the little embryon nerves & veins The Eye, the little Nostrils, & the delicate Tongue & Ears Of labyrinthine intricacy: so shall they fold the World That whatever is seen upon the Mundane Shell, the same Be seen upon the Fluctuating Earth woven by the Sisters. And sometimes the Earth shall roll in the Abyss & sometimes Stand in the Center & sometimes stretch flat in the Expanse, According to the will of the lovely Daughters of Albion. Sometimes it shall assimilate with mighty Golgonooza: Touching its summits: & sometimes divided roll apart. As a beautiful Veil so these Females shall fold & unfold According to their will the outside surface of the Earth An outside shadowy Surface superadded to the real Surface; Which is unchangeable for ever & ever Amen: so be it! Separate Albions Sons gently from their Emanations, Weaving bowers of delight on the current of infant Thames Where the old Parent still retains his youth as I alas! Retain my youth eight thousand and five hundred years. The labourer of ages in the Valleys of Despair! The land is markd for desolation & unless we plant The seeds of Cities & of Villages in the Human bosom Albion must be a rock of blood: mark ye the points Where Cities shall remain & where Villages[;] for the rest! It must lie in confusion till Albions time of awaking. Place the Tribes of Llewellyn in America for a hiding place! Till sweet Jerusalem emanates again into Eternity The night falls thick: I go upon my watch: be attentive: The Sons of Albion go forth; I follow from my Furnaces: That they return no more: that a place be prepard on Euphrates Listen to your Watchmans voice: sleep not before the Furnaces Eternal Death stands at the door. O God pity our labours.

So Los spoke. to the Daughters of Beulah while his Emanation Like a faint rainbow waved before him in the awful gloom Of London City on the Thames from Surrey Hills to Highgate: Swift turn the silver spindles, & the golden weights play soft And lulling harmonies beneath the Looms, from Caithness in the north To Lizard-point & Dover in the south: his Emanation Joy'd in the many weaving threads in bright Cathedrons Dome Weaving the Web of life for Jerusalem. the Web of life Down flowing into Entuthons Vales glistens with soft affections.

While Los arose upon his Watch, and down from Golgonooza Putting on his golden sandals to walk from mountain to mountain, He takes his way, girding himself with gold & in his hand Holding his iron mace: The Spectre remains attentive Alternate they watch in night: alternate labour in day Before the Furnaces labouring, while Los all night watches The stars rising & setting, & the meteors & terrors of night! With him went down the Dogs of Leutha, at his feet They lap the water of the trembling Thames then follow swift And thus he heard the voice of Albions daughters on Euphrates,

Our Father Albions land: O it was a lovely land! & the Daughters of Beulah Walked up and down in its green mountains: but Hand is fled Away: & mighty Hyle: & after them Jerusalem is gone: Awake[...]