William Blake - The Book of Ahania lyrics

The Book of Ahania (Engraved 1795) CHAP. I 1. FUZON, on a chariot iron-wing'd, On spikèd flames rose; his hot visage Flam'd furious; sparkles his hair and beard Shot down his wide bosom and shoulders. On clouds of smoke rages his chariot, 5 And his right hand burns red in its cloud, Moulding into a vast Globe his wrath, As the thunder-stone is moulded, Son of Urizen's silent burnings. 2. ‘Shall we worship this Demon of smoke,' 10 Said Fuzon, ‘this abstract Nonentity, This cloudy God seated on waters, Now seen, now obscur'd, King of Sorrow?' 3. So he spoke in a fiery flame, On Urizen frowning indignant, 15 The Globe of wrath shaking on high. Roaring with fury, he threw The howling Globe; burning it flew, Length'ning into a hungry beam. Swiftly 4. Oppos'd to the exulting flam'd beam, 20 The broad Disk of Urizen upheav'd Across the Void many a mile. 5. It was forg'd in mills where the winter Beats incessant: ten winters the disk, Unremitting, endur'd the cold hammer. 25 6. But the strong arm that sent it remember'd The sounding beam: laughing, it tore through That beaten ma**, keeping its direction, The cold loins of Urizen dividing. 7. Dire shriek'd his invisible Lust! 30 Deep groan'd Urizen; stretching his awful hand, Ahania (so name his parted Soul) He seiz'd on his mountains of Jealousy. He groan'd, anguish'd, and callèd her Sin, Kissing her and weeping over her; 35 Then hid her in darkness, in silence, Jealous, tho' she was invisible. 8. She fell down, a faint Shadow, wand'ring In Chaos, and circling dark Urizen, As the moon, anguish'd, circles the earth, 40 Hopeless! abhorr'd! a d**h-shadow, Unseen, unbodièd, unknown, The mother of Pestilence! 9. But the fiery beam of Fuzon Was a pillar of fire to Egypt, 45 Five hundred years wand'ring on earth, Till Los seiz'd it, and beat in a ma** With the body of the sun. CHAP. II 1. But the forehead of Urizen gathering, And his eyes pale with anguish, his lips 50 Blue and changing, in tears and bitter Contrition he prepar'd his Bow, 2. Form'd of Ribs, that in his dark solitude, When obscur'd in his forests, fell monsters Arose. For his dire Contemplations 55 Rush'd down like floods from his mountains, In torrents of mud settling thick, With eggs of unnatural production: Forthwith hatching, some howl'd on his hills, Some in vales, some aloft flew in air. 60 3. Of these, an enormous dread Serpent, Scalèd and poisonous, hornèd, Approach'd Urizen, even to his knees, As he sat on his dark-rooted Oak. 4. With his horns he push'd furious: 65 Great the conflict and great the jealousy In cold poisons; but Urizen smote him! 5. First he poison'd the rocks with his blood, Then polish'd his ribs, and his sinews Drièd, laid them apart till winter; 70 Then a Bow black prepar'd: on this Bow A poisonèd Rock plac'd in silence. He utter'd these words to the Bow:— 6. ‘O Bow of the clouds of Secrecy! O nerve of that lust-form'd monster! 75 Send this Rock swift, invisible, thro' The black clouds on the bosom of Fuzon.' 7. So saying, in torment of his wounds He bent the enormous ribs slowly— A circle of darkness!—then fixèd 80 The sinew in its rest; then the Rock, Poisonous source, plac'd with art, lifting difficult Its weighty bulk. Silent the Rock lay, 8. While Fuzon, his tigers unloosing, Thought Urizen slain by his wrath. 85 ‘I am God!' said he, ‘eldest of things.' 9. Sudden sings the Rock; swift and invisible On Fuzon flew, enter'd his bosom; His beautiful visage, his tresses, That gave light to the mornings of heaven, 90 Were smitten with darkness, deform'd, And outstretch'd on the edge of the forest. 10. But the Rock fell upon the Earth, Mount Sinai, in Arabia. CHAP. III 1. The Globe shook, and Urizen, seated 95 On black clouds, his sore wound anointed; The ointment flow'd down on the Void Mix'd with blood—here the snake gets her poison! 2. With difficulty and great pain Urizen Lifted on high the dead corse: 100 On his shoulders he bore it to where A Tree hung over the Immensity. 3. For when Urizen shrunk away From Eternals, he sat on a Rock, Barren—a Rock which himself, 105 From redounding fancies, had petrifièd. Many tears fell on the Rock, Many sparks of vegetation. Soon shot the painèd root Of Mystery under his heel: 110 It grew a thick tree: he wrote In silence his Book of Iron; Till the horrid plant bending its boughs, Grew to roots when it felt the earth, And again sprung to many a tree. 115 4. Amaz'd started Urizen when He beheld himself compa**èd round And high-roofèd over with trees. He arose, but the stems stood so thick, He with difficulty and great pain 120 Brought his Books—all but the Book Of Iron—from the dismal shade. 5. The Tree still grows over the Void, Enrooting itself all around, An endless labyrinth of woe! 125 6. The corse of his first begotten On the accursèd Tree of Mystery, On the topmost stem of this Tree Urizen nail'd Fuzon's corse. CHAP. IV 1. Forth flew the arrows of Pestilence 130 Round the pale living Corse on the Tree. 2. For in Urizen's slumbers of abstraction, In the infinite ages of Eternity, When his Nerves of Joy melted and flow'd, A white Lake on the dark blue air, 135 In perturb'd pain and dismal torment, Now stretching out, now swift conglobing, 3. Effluvia vapour'd above In noxious clouds; these hover'd thick Over the disorganiz'd Immortal, 140 Till petrific pain scurf'd o'er the Lakes, As the bones of Man, solid and dark. 4. The clouds of Disease hover'd wide Around the Immortal in torment, Perching around the hurtling bones— 145 Disease on disease, shape on shape, Wingèd, screaming in blood and torment! 5. The Eternal Prophet beat on his Anvils, Enrag'd in the desolate darkness; He forg'd Nets of iron around, 150 And Los threw them around the bones. 6. The Shapes, screaming, flutter'd vain: Some combin'd into muscles and glands, Some organs for craving and lust; Most remain'd on the tormented Void- 155 Urizen's army of horrors! 7. Round the pale living Corse on the Tree, Forty years, flew the arrows of Pestilence. 8. Wailing and terror and woe Ran thro' all his dismal world; 160 Forty years all his sons and daughters Felt their skulls harden; then Asia Arose in the pendulous deep. 9. They reptilize upon the Earth. 10. Fuzon groan'd on the Tree. 165 CHAP. V 1. The lamenting voice of Ahania, Weeping upon the Void! And round the Tree of Fuzon, Distant in solitary night, Her voice was heard, but no form 170 Had she; but her tears from clouds Eternal fell round the Tree. 2. And the voice cried: ‘Ah, Urizen! Love! Flower of morning! I weep on the verge Of Nonentity—how wide the Abyss 175 Between Ahania and thee! 3. ‘I lie on the verge of the deep; I see thy dark clouds ascends; I see thy black forests and floods, A horrible waste to my eyes! 180 4. ‘Weeping I walk over rocks, Over dens, and thro' valleys of d**h. Why didst thou despise Ahania, To cast me from thy bright presence Into the World of Loneness? 185 5. ‘I cannot touch his hand, Nor weep on his knees, nor hear His voice and bow, nor see his eyes And joy; nor hear his footsteps, and My heart leap at the lovely sound! 190 I cannot kiss the place Whereon his bright feet have trod; But I wander on the rocks With hard necessity. 6. ‘Where is my golden palace? 195 Where my ivory bed? Where the joy of my morning hour? Where the Sons of Eternity singing, 7. ‘To awake bright Urizen, my King, To arise to the mountain sport, 200 To the bliss of eternal valleys; 8. ‘To awake my King in the morn, To embrace Ahania's joy On the breath of his open bosom, From my soft cloud of dew to fall 205 In showers of life on his harvests? 9. ‘When he gave my happy soul To the Sons of Eternal Joy; When he took the Daughters of Life Into my chambers of love; 210 10. ‘When I found Babes of bliss on my beds, And bosoms of milk in my chambers, Fill'd with eternal seed— O! eternal births sung round Ahania, In interchange sweet of their joys! 215 11. ‘Swell'd with ripeness and fat with fatness, Bursting on winds, my odours, My ripe figs and rich pomegranates, In infant joy at thy feet, O Urizen! sported and sang. 220 12. ‘Then thou with thy lap full of seed, With thy hand full of generous fire, Walkèd forth from the clouds of morning; On the virgins of springing joy, On the Human soul to cast 225 The seed of eternal Science. 13. ‘The sweat pourèd down thy temples, To Ahania return'd in evening; The moisture awoke to birth My mother's joys, sleeping in bliss. 230 14. ‘But now alone! over rocks, mountains, Cast out from thy lovely bosom! Cruel Jealousy, selfish Fear, Self-destroying! how can delight Renew in these chains of darkness, 235 Where bones of beasts are strown On the bleak and snowy mountains, Where bones from the birth are burièd Before they see the light?' FINIS