Plate 86

I see thy Form O lovely mild Jerusalem, Wingd with Six Wings In the opacous Bosom of the Sleeper, lovely Three-fold In Head & Heart & Reins, three Universes of love & beauty Thy forehead bright: Holiness to the Lord, with Gates of pearl Reflects Eternity beneath thy azure wings of feathery down Ribbd delicate & clothd with featherd gold & azure & purple From thy white shoulders shadowing, purity in holiness! Thence featherd with soft crimson of the ruby bright as fire Spreading into the azure Wings which like a canopy Bends over thy immortal Head in which Eternity dwells Albion beloved Land; I see thy mountains & thy hills And valleys & thy pleasant Cities Holiness to the Lord I see the Spectres of thy Dead O Emanation of Albion.

Thy Bosom white, translucent coverd with immortal gems A sublime ornament not obscuring the outlines of beauty Terrible to behold for thy extreme beauty & perfection Twelve-fold here all the Tribes of Israel I behold Upon the Holy Land: I see the River of Life & Tree of Life I see the New Jerusalem descending out of Heaven

Between thy Wings of gold & silver featherd immortal Clear as the rainbow, as the cloud of the Suns tabernacle

Thy Reins coverd with Wings translucent sometimes covering And sometimes spread abroad reveal the flames of holiness Which like a robe covers: & like a Veil of Seraphim In flaming fire unceasing burns from Eternity to Eternity Twelvefold I there behold Israel in her Tents A Pillar of a Cloud by day: a Pillar of fire by night Guides them: there I behold Moab & Ammon & Amalek There Bells of silver round thy knees living articulate Comforting sounds of love & harmony & on thy feet Sandals of gold & pearl, & Egypt & Assyria before me The Isles of Javan, Philistea, Tyre and Lebanon

Thus Los sings upon his Watch walking from Furnace to Furnace. He siezes his Hammer every hour, flames surround him as He beats: seas roll beneath his feet, tempests muster Arou[n]d his head. the thick hail stones stand ready to obey His voice in the black cloud, his Sons labour in thunders At his Furnaces; his Daughters at their Looms sing woes His Emanation separates in milky fibres agonizing Among the golden Looms of Cathedron sending fibres of love From Golgonooza with sweet visions for Jerusalem, wanderer.

Nor can any consummate bliss without being Generated On Earth; of those whose Emanations weave the loves Of Beulah for Jerusalem & Shiloh, in immortal Golgonooza Concentering in the majestic form of Erin in eternal tears Viewing the Winding Worm on the Desarts of Great Tartary Viewing Los in his shudderings, pouring balm on his sorrows So dread is Los's fury, that none dare him to approach Without becoming his Children in the Furnaces of affliction

And Enitharmon like a faint rainbow waved before him Filling with Fibres from his loins which reddend with desire Into a Globe of blood beneath his bosom trembling in darkness Of Albions clouds. he fed it, with his tears & bitter groans Hiding his Spectre in invisibility from the timorous Shade Till it became a separated cloud of beauty grace & love Among the darkness of his Furnaces dividing asunder till She separated stood before him a lovely Female weeping Even Enitharmon separated outside, & his Loins closed And heal'd after the separation: his pains he soon forgot: Lured by her beauty outside of himself in shadowy grief. Two Wills they had; Two Intellects: & not as in times of old.

Silent they wanderd hand in hand like two Infants wandring From Enion in the desarts, terrified at each others beauty Envying each other yet desiring, in all devouring Love,