William Blake (1757–1827). The Poetical Works. 1908.
Selections from The Four Zoas[Winter]
(Four Zoas, Night V, ll. 30–5.)
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But from the caves of deepest Night, ascending in clouds of mist,
The Winter spread his wide black wings across from pole to pole;
Grim Frost beneath and terrible Snow, link’d in a marriage chain,
Began a dismal dance. The Winds around on pointed rocks
Settled like bats innumerable, ready to fly abroad.