[Los in his Wrath]

(Four Zoas, Night VII, First Version, ll. 38–46.)

LOS rear’d his mighty stature: on Earth stood his feet; above

The Moon his furious forehead, circled with black bursting thunders;

His naked limbs glitt’ring upon the dark blue sky, his knees

Bathèd in bloody clouds; his loins in fires of War, where spears

And swords rage, where the Eagles cry and Vultures laugh, saying:

‘Now comes the night of carnage, now the flesh of Kings and Princes

Pamper’d in palaces for our food, the blood of Captains nurtur’d

With lust and murder for our drink. The drunken Raven shall wander

All night among the slain, and mock the wounded that groan in the field.’