Plate 87

Repelling weeping Enion blind & age-bent into the fourfold Desarts. Los first broke silence & began to utter his love

O lovely Enitharmon: I behold thy graceful forms Moving beside me till intoxicated with the woven labyrinth Of beauty & perfection my wild fibres shoot in veins Of blood thro all my nervous limbs. soon overgrown in roots I shall be closed from thy sight. sieze therefore in thy hand The small fibres as they shoot around me draw out in pity And let them run on the winds of thy bosom: I will fix them With pulsations. we will divide them into Sons & Daughters To live in thy Bosoms translucence as in an eternal morning

Enitharmon answerd. No! I will sieze thy Fibres & weave Them: not as thou wilt but as I will, for I will Create A round Womb beneath my bosom lest I also be overwoven With Love; be thou assured I never will be thy slave Let Mans delight be Love; but Womans delight be Pride In Eden our loves were the same here they are opposite I have Loves of my own I will weave them in Albions Spectre Cast thou in Jerusalems shadows thy Loves! silk of liquid Rubies Jacinths Crysolites: issuing from thy Furnaces. While Jerusalem divides thy care: while thou carest for Jerusalem Know that I never will be thine: also thou hidest Vala From her these fibres shoot to shut me in a Grave. You are Albions Victim, he has set his Daughter in your path