William Blake (1757–1827). The Poetical Works. 1908.
Songs of ExperienceTo Tirzah
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Must be consumèd with the earth,
To rise from generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
Blow’d in the morn; in evening died;
But Mercy chang’d death into sleep;
The sexes rose to work and weep.
With cruelty didst mould my heart,
And with false self-deceiving tears
Didst bind my nostrils, eyes, and ears;
And me to mortal life betray:
The death of Jesus set me free:
Then what have I to do with thee?