William Blake (1757–1827). The Poetical Works. 1908.
Selections from Jerusalem[Tirzah]
(Jerusalem, f. 67, ll. 44–55.)
‘O
Why wilt thou wander away from Tirzah, why me compel to bind thee?
If thou dost go away from me, I shall consume upon these Rocks.
These fibres of thine eyes, that usèd to beam in distant heavens
Away from me, I have bound down with a hot iron:
These nostrils, that expanded with delight in morning skies,
I have bent downward with lead, melted in my roaring furnaces
Of affliction, of love, of sweet despair, of torment unendurable.
My soul is seven furnaces; incessant roars the bellows
Upon my terribly flaming heart; the molten metal runs
In channels thro’ my fiery limbs—O love! O pity! O fear!
O pain! O the pangs, the bitter pangs of love forsaken!’