William Blake (1757–1827). The Poetical Works. 1908.
The Book of LosC
Who the chariot of Leutha guides,
Since the day of thunders in old time,
Trembled and shook the steadfast Earth,
And thus her speech broke forth:—
When Love and Joy were adoration,
And none impure were deem’d,
Not eyeless Covet,
Nor thin-lipp’d Envy,
Nor bristled Wrath,
Nor Curlèd Wantonness;
Envy fed with fat of lambs,
Wrath with lion’s gore,
Wantonness lull’d to sleep
With the virgin’s lute,
Or sated with her love;
And slept with open doors;
Envy sung at the rich man’s feast;
Wrath was follow’d up and down
By a little ewe lamb;
And Wantonness on his own true love
Begot a giant race.
Ran thro’ heaven and earth, living flames,
Intelligent, organiz’d, arm’d
With destruction and plagues. In the midst
The Eternal Prophet, bound in a chain,
Compell’d to watch Urizen’s shadow,
Round the flames roll, as Los hurls his chains,
Mounting up from his fury, condens’d,
Rolling round and round, mounting on high
Into Vacuum, into nonentity,
Where nothing was; dash’d wide apart,
His feet stamp the eternal fierce-raging
Rivers of wide flame; they roll round
And round on all sides, making their way
Into darkness and shadowy obscurity.
In the Void between fire and fire:
In trembling and horror they beheld him;
They stood wide apart, driv’n by his hands
And his feet, which the nether Abyss
Stamp’d in fury and hot indignation.
Darkness round Los: heat was not; for bound up
Into fiery spheres from his fury,
The gigantic flames trembled and hid.
Without fluctuation, hard as adamant,
Black as marble of Egypt, impenetrable,
Bound in the fierce raging Immortal;
And the separated fires, froze in
A vast Solid, without fluctuation,
Bound in his expanding clear senses.
The vast Rock of Eternity, times
And times, a night of vast durance,
Impatient, stifled, stiffen’d, hard’ned;
The hard bondage: rent, rent, the vast Solid,
With a crash from Immense to Immense,
The Prophetic wrath, struggling for vent,
Hurls apart, stamping furious to dust,
And crumbling with bursting sobs, heaves
The black marble on high into fragments.
Rock, the innumerable fragments away
Fell asunder; and horrible Vacuum
Beneath him, and on all sides round,
Sunk precipitant, heavy, down! down!
Times on times, night on night, day on day—
Truth has bounds, Error none—falling, falling,
Years on years, and ages on ages;
Still he fell thro’ the Void, still a Void
Found for falling, day and night without end;
For tho’ day or night was not, their spaces
Were measur’d by his incessant whirls
In the horrid Vacuity bottomless.
First in wrath threw his limbs, like the babe
New-born into our world: wrath subsided,
And contemplative thoughts first arose;
Then aloft his head rear’d in the Abyss,
And his downward-borne fall chang’d oblique.
Branchy forms, organizing the Human
Into finite inflexible organs;
Sidelong on the purple air, wafting
The weak breeze in efforts o’erwearièd:
Organizing itself, till the Vacuum
Became Element, pliant to rise,
Or to fall, or to swim, or to fly,
With ease searching the dire Vacuity.
For as yet were all other parts formless,
Shiv’ring, clinging around like a cloud,
Dim and glutinous as the white Polypus,
Driv’n by waves and englob’d on the tide.
Sleep began; the Lungs heave on the wave:
Weary, overweigh’d, sinking beneath
In a stifling black fluid, he woke.
Heavy falling, his organs like roots
Shooting out from the seed, shot beneath,
And a vast World of Waters around him
In furious torrents began.
Began intricate pipes that drew in
The spawn of the waters, outbranching
An immense Fibrous Form, stretching out
Thro’ the bottoms of Immensity: raging.
The wild deep with his terrible wrath,
Separating the heavy and thin.
To the fragments of Solid: uprose
The thin, flowing round the fierce fires
That glow’d furious in the Expanse.
Beams, conducted by fluid so pure,
Flow’d around the Immense. Los beheld
Forthwith, writhing upon the dark Void,
The Backbone of Urizen appear,
Hurtling upon the wind,
Like a serpent, like an iron chain,
Whirling about in the Deep.
To a Form of impregnable strength,
Los, astonish’d and terrifièd, built
Furnaces; he formed an Anvil,
A Hammer of adamant: then began
The binding of Urizen day and night.
Dismay, and sharp blightings, the Prophet
Of Eternity beat on his iron links.
The light that flow’d down on the winds
He seiz’d, beating incessant, condensing
The subtil particles in an Orb.
Endur’d the vast Hammer; but unwearièd
Los beat on the Anvil, till glorious
An immense Orb of fire he fram’d.
Then survey’d the all-bright mass. Again
Seizing fires from the terrific Orbs,
He heated the round Globe, then beat;
While, roaring, his Furnaces endur’d
The chain’d Orb in their infinite wombs.
When Los heated the glowing mass, casting
It down into the Deeps: the Deeps fled
Away in redounding smoke: the Sun
Stood self-balanc’d. And Los smil’d with joy:
He the vast Spine of Urizen seiz’d,
And bound down to the glowing Illusion.
On all sides, and left an unform’d
Dark Vacuity: here Urizen lay
In fierce torments on his glowing bed;
In a fleshy slough, formèd four rivers,
Obscuring the immense Orb of fire,
Flowing down into night; till a Form
Was completed, a Human Illusion,
In darkness and deep clouds involv’d.