William Blake - America, A Prophecy: A Prophecy (II) lyrics

The Guardian Prince of Albion burns in his nightly tent, Sullen fires across the Atlantic glow to America's shore: Piercing the souls of warlike men, who rise in silent night, Washington, Franklin, Paine & Warren, Gates, Hanco*k & Green; Meet on the coast glowing with blood from Albion's fiery Prince. Washington spoke; "Friends of America look over the Atlantic sea; A bended bow is lifted in heaven, & a heavy iron chain Descends link by link from Albion's cliffs across the sea to bind Brothers & sons of America, till our faces pale and yellow; Heads deprest, voices weak, eyes downcast, hands work-bruis'd, Feet bleeding on the sultry sands, and the furrows of the whip Descend to generations that in future times forget." The strong voice ceas'd; for a terrible blast swept over the heaving sea; The eastern cloud rent; on his cliffs stood Albion's wrathful Prince A dragon form clashing his scales at midnight he arose, And flam'd red meteors round the land of Albion beneath. His voice, his locks, his awful shoulders, and his glowing eyes, Appear to the Americans upon the cloudy night. Solemn heave the Atlantic waves between the gloomy nations, Swelling, belching from its deeps red clouds & raging Fires! Albion is sick. America faints! enrag'd the Zenith grew. As human blood shooting its veins all round the orbed heaven Red rose the clouds from the Atlantic in vast wheels of blood And in the red clouds rose a Wonder o'er the Atlantic sea; Intense! naked! a Human fire fierce glowing, as the wedge Of iron heated in the furnace; his terrible limbs were fire With myriads of cloudy terrors banners dark & towers Surrounded; heat but not light went thro' the murky atmosphere The King of England looking westward trembles at the vision. Albion's Angel stood beside the Stone of night, and saw The terror like a comet, or more like the planet red That once inclos'd the terrible wandering comets in its sphere. Then Mars thou wast our center, & the planets three flew round Thy crimson disk; so e'er the Sun was rent from thy red sphere; The Spectre glow'd his horrid length staining the temple long With beams of blood; & thus a voice came forth, and shook the temple: "The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations; The grave is burst, the spices shed, the linen wrapped up; The bones of d**h, the cov'ring clay, the sinews shrunk & dry'd. Reviving shake, inspiring move, breathing! awakening! Spring like redeemed captives when their bonds & bars are burst; Let the slave grinding at the mill, run out into the field: Let him look up into the heavens & laugh in the bright air; Let the inchained soul shut up in darkness and in sighing, Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years; Rise and look out, his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open. And let his wife and children return from the opressors scourge; They look behind at every step & believe it is a dream. Singing. The Sun has left his blackness, & has found a fresher morning And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear & cloudless night; For Empire is no more, and now the Lion & Wolf shall cease." In thunders ends the voice. Then Albion's Angel wrathful burnt Beside the Stone of Night; and like the Eternal Lions howl In famine & war, reply'd. "Art thou not Orc, who serpent-form'd Stands at the gate of Enitharmon to devour her children; Blasphemous Demon, Antichrist, hater of Dignities; Lover of wild rebellion, and transgresser of Gods Law; Why dost thou come to Angels eyes in this terrific form?" The terror answerd: "I am Orc, wreath'd round the accursed tree: The times are ended; shadows pa** the morning gins to break; The fiery joy, that Urizen perverted to ten commands, What night he led the starry hosts thro' the wide wilderness: That stony law I stamp to dust: and scatter religion abroad To the four winds as a torn book, & none shall gather the leaves; But they shall rot on desert sands, & consume in bottomless deeps; To make the desarts blossom, & the deeps shrink to their fountains, And to renew the fiery joy, and burst the stony roof. That pale religious letchery, seeking Virginity, May find it in a harlot, and in coarse-clad honesty The undefil'd tho' ravish'd in her cradle night and morn: For every thing that lives is holy, life delights in life; Because the soul of sweet delight can never be defil'd. Fires inwrap the earthly globe, yet man is not consumd; Amidst the lustful fires he walks: his feet become like bra**, His knees and thighs like silver, & his breast and head like gold. Sound! sound! my loud war-trumpets & alarm my Thirteen Angels! Loud howls the eternal Wolf! the eternal Lion lashes his tail! America is darkned; and my punishing Demons terrified Crouch howling before their caverns deep like skins dry'd in the wind. They cannot smite the wheat, nor quench the fatness of the earth. They cannot smite with sorrows, nor subdue the plow and spade. They cannot wall the city, nor moat round the castle of princes. They cannot bring the stubbed oak to overgrow the hills. For terrible men stand on the shores, & in their robes I see Children take shelter from the lightnings, there stands Washington And Paine and Warren with their foreheads reard toward the east But clouds obscure my aged sight. A vision from afar! Sound! sound! my loud war-trumpets & alarm my thirteen Angels: Ah vision from afar! Ah rebel form that rent the ancient Heavens; Eternal Viper self-renew'd, rolling in clouds I see thee in thick clouds and darkness on America's shore. Writhing in pangs of abhorred birth; red flames the crest rebellious And eyes of d**h; the harlot womb oft opened in vain Heaves in enormous circles, now the times are return'd upon thee, Devourer of thy parent, now thy unutterable torment renews. Sound! sound! my loud war trumpets & alarm my thirteen Angels! Ah terrible birth! a young one bursting! where is the weeping mouth? And where the mothers milk? instead those ever-hissing jaws And parched lips drop with fresh gore; now roll thou in the clouds Thy mother lays her length outstretch'd upon the shore beneath. Sound! sound! my loud war-trumpets & alarm my thirteen Angels! Loud howls the eternal Wolf: the eternal Lion lashes his tail!" Thus wept the Angel voice & as he wept the terrible blasts Of trumpets, blew a loud alarm across the Atlantic deep. No trumpets answer; no reply of clarions or of fifes, Silent the Colonies remain and refuse the loud alarm. On those vast shady hills between America & Albion's shore; Now barr'd out by the Atlantic sea: call'd Atlantean hills: Because from their bright summits you may pa** to the Golden world An ancient palace, archetype of mighty Emperies, Rears its immortal pinnacles, built in the forest of God By Ariston the king of beauty for his stolen bride, Here on their magic seats the thirteen Angels sat perturb'd For clouds from the Atlantic hover o'er the solemn roof. Fiery the Angels rose, & as they rose deep thunder roll'd Around their shores: indignant burning with the fires of Orc And Bostons Angel cried aloud as they flew thro' the dark night. He cried: "Why trembles honesty and like a murderer, Why seeks he refuge from the frowns of his immortal station! Must the generous tremble & leave his joy, to the idle: to the pestilence! That mock him? who commanded this? what God? what Angel! To keep the gen'rous from experience till the ungenerous Are unrestraind performers of the energies of nature; Till pity is become a trade, and generosity a science, That men get rich by, & the sandy desart is giv'n to the strong What God is he, writes laws of peace, & clothes him in a tempest What pitying Angel lusts for tears, and fans himself with sighs What crawling villain preaches abstinence & wraps himself In fat of lambs? no more I follow, no more obedience pay." So cried he, rending off his robe & throwing down his scepter. In sight of Albion's Guardian, and all the thirteen Angels Rent off their robes to the hungry wind, & threw their golden scepters Down on the land of America. indignant they descended Headlong from out their heav'nly heights, descending swift as fires Over the land; naked & flaming are their lineaments seen In the deep gloom, by Washington & Paine & Warren they stood And the flame folded roaring fierce within the pitchy night Before the Demon red, who burnt towards America, In black smoke thunders and loud winds rejoicing in its terror Breaking in smoky wreaths from the wild deep, & gath'ring thick In flames as of a furnace on the land from North to South What time the thirteen Governors that England sent convene In Bernard's house; the flames coverd the land, they rouze they cry Shaking their mental chains they rush in fury to the sea To quench their anguish; at the feet of Washington down fall'n They grovel on the sand and writhing lie, while all The British soldiers thro' the thirteen states sent up a howl Of anguish: threw their swords & muskets to the earth & ran From their encampments and dark castles seeking where to hide From the grim flames; and from the visions of Orc; in sight Of Albion's Angel; who enrag'd his secret clouds open'd From north to south, and burnt outstretchd on wings of wrath cov'ring The eastern sky, spreading his awful wings across the heavens; Beneath him roll'd his num'rous hosts, all Albion's Angels camp'd Darkend the Atlantic mountains & their trumpets shook the valleys Arm'd with diseases of the earth to cast upon the Abyss, Their numbers forty millions, must'ring in the eastern sky. In the flames stood & view'd the armies drawn out in the sky Washington Franklin Paine & Warren Allen Gates & Lee: And heard the voice of Albion's Angel give the thunderous command: His plagues obedient to his voice flew forth out of their clouds Falling upon America, as a storm to cut them off As a blight cuts the tender corn when it begins to appear. Dark is the heaven above, & cold & hard the earth beneath; And as a plague wind fill'd with insects cuts off man & beast; And as a sea o'erwhelms a land in the day of an earthquake; Fury! rage! madness! in a wind swept through America And the red flames of Orc that folded roaring fierce around The angry shores, and the fierce rushing of th'inhabitants together: The citizens of New-York close their books & lock their chests; The mariners of Boston drop their anchors and unlade; The scribe of Pensylvania casts his pen upon the earth; he builder of Virginia throws his hammer down in fear. Then had America been lost, o'erwhelm'd by the Atlantic, And Earth had lost another portion of the infinite, But all rush together in the night in wrath and raging fire The red fires rag'd! the plagues recoil'd! then rolld they back with fury On Albion's Angels; then the Pestilence began in streaks of red Across the limbs of Albion's Guardian, the spotted plague smote Bristols And the Leprosy Londons Spirit, sickening all their bands: The millions sent up a howl of anguish and threw off their hammerd mail, And cast their swords & spears to earth, & stood a naked multitude. Albion's Guardian writhed in torment on the eastern sky Pale quivring toward the brain his glimmering eyes, teeth chattering Howling & shuddering his legs quivering; convuls'd each muscle & sinew Sick'ning lay Londons Guardian, and the ancient miter'd York Their heads on snowy hills, their ensigns sick'ning in the sky The plagues creep on the burning winds driven by flames of Orc, And by the fierce Americans rushing together in the night Driven o'er the Guardians of Ireland and Scotland and Wales They spotted with plagues forsook the frontiers & their banners seard With fires of hell, deform their ancient heavens with shame & woe. Hid in his caves the Bard of Albion felt the enormous plagues. And a cowl of flesh grew o'er his head & scales on his back & ribs; And rough with black scales all his Angels fright their ancient heavens The doors of marriage are open, and the Priests in rustling scales Rush into reptile coverts, hiding from the fires of Orc, That play around the golden roofs in wreaths of fierce desire, Leaving the females naked and glowing with the lusts of youth For the female spirits of the dead pining in bonds of religion; Run from their fetters reddening, & in long drawn arches sitting: They feel the nerves of youth renew, and desires of ancient times, Over their pale limbs as a vine when the tender grape appears Over the hills, the vales, the cities, rage the red flames fierce; The Heavens melted from north to south; and Urizen who sat Above all heavens in thunders wrap'd, emerg'd his leprous head From out his holy shrine, his tears in deluge piteous Falling into the deep sublime! flag'd with grey-brow'd snows And thunderous visages, his jealous wings wav'd over the deep; Weeping in dismal howling woe he dark descended howling Around the smitten bands, clothed in tears & trembling shudd'ring cold. His stored snows he poured forth, and his icy magazines He open'd on the deep, and on the Atlantic sea white shiv'ring. Leprous his limbs, all over white, and hoary was his visage. Weeping in dismal howlings before the stern Americans Hiding the Demon red with clouds & cold mists from the earth; Till Angels & weak men twelve years should govern o'er the strong: And then their end should come, when France reciev'd the Demons light. Stiff shudderings shook the heav'nly thrones! France Spain & Italy, In terror view'd the bands of Albion, and the ancient Guardians Fainting upon the elements, smitten with their own plagues They slow advance to shut the five gates of their law-built heaven Filled with blasting fancies and with mildews of despair With fierce disease and lust, unable to stem the fires of Orc; But the five gates were consum'd, & their bolts and hinges melted And the fierce flames burnt round the heavens, & round the abodes of men.