William Blake - Jerusalem The Emanation of the Giant Albion: Chapter 1 lyrics

Of the Sleep of Ulro! and of the pa**age through Eternal d**h! and of the awaking to Eternal Life. This theme calls me in sleep night after night, & ev'ry morn Awakes me at sun−rise, then I see the Saviour over me Spreading his beams of love, & dictating the words of this mild song. Awake! awake O sleeper of the land of shadows, wake! expand! I am in you and you in me, mutual in love divine: Fibres of love from man to man thro Albion's pleasant land. In all the dark Atlantic vale down from the hills of Surrey A black water accumulates, return Albion! return! Thy brethren call thee, and thy fathers, and thy sons, Thy nurses and thy mothers, thy sisters and thy daughters Weep at thy souls disease, and the Divine Vision is darken'd: Thy Emanation that was wont to play before thy face, Beaming forth with her daughters into the Divine bosom [ Where!!] Where hast thou hidden thy Emanation lovely Jerusalem From the vision and fruition of the Holy−one? I am not a God afar off, I am a brother and friend; Within your bosoms I reside, and you reside in me: Lo! we are One; forgiving all Evil; Not seeking recompense! Ye are my members O ye sleepers of Beulah, land of shades! But the perturbed Man away turns down the valleys dark; [Saying. We are not One: we are Many, thou most simulative] Phantom of the over heated brain! shadow of immortality! Seeking to keep my soul a victim to thy Love! which binds Man the enemy of man into deceitful friendships: Jerusalem is not! her daughters are indefinite: By demonstration, man alone can live, and not by faith. My mountains are my own, and I will keep them to myself! The Malvern and the Cheviot, the Wolds Plinlimmon & Snowdon Are mine. here will I build my Laws of Moral Virtue! Humanity shall be no more: but war & princedom & victory! So spoke Albion in jealous fears, hiding his Emanation Upon the Thames and Medway, rivers of Beulah: dissembling His jealousy before the throne divine, darkening, cold! The banks of the Thames are clouded! the ancient porches of Albion are Darken'd! they are drawn thro' unbounded space, scatter'd upon The Void in incoherent despair! Cambridge & Oxford & London, Are driven among the starry Wheels, rent away and dissipated, In Chasms & Abysses of sorrow, enlarg'd without dimension, terrible[.] Albions mountains run with blood, the cries of war & of tumult Resound into the unbounded night, every Human perfection Of mountain & river & city, are small & wither'd & darken'd Cam is a little stream! Ely is almost swallowd up! Lincoln & Norwich stand trembling on the brink of Udan−Adan! Wales and Scotland shrink themselves to the west and to the north! Mourning for fear of the warriors in the Vale of Entuthon−Benython Jerusalem is scatter'd abroad like a cloud of smoke thro' non−entity: Moab & Ammon & Amalek & Canaan & Egypt & Aram Recieve her little−ones for sacrifices and the delights of cruelty Trembling I sit day and night, my friends are astonish'd at me. Yet they forgive my wanderings, I rest not from my great task! To open the Eternal Worlds, to open the immortal Eyes Of Man inwards into the Worlds of Thought: into Eternity Ever expanding in the Bosom of God. the Human Imagination O Saviour pour upon me thy Spirit of meekness & love: Annihilate the Selfhood in me, be thou all my life! Guide thou my hand which trembles exceedingly upon the rock of ages, While I write of the building of Golgonooza, & of the terrors of Entuthon: Of Hand & Hyle & Coban, of Kwantok, Peachey, Brereton, Slayd & Hutton: Of the terrible sons & daughters of Albion. and their Generations. Scofield! Kox, Kotope and Bowen, revolve most mightily upon The Furnace of Los: before the eastern gate bending their fury. They war, to destroy the Furnaces, to desolate Golgonooza: And to devour the Sleeping Humanity of Albion in rage & hunger. They revolve into the Furnaces Southward & are driven forth Northward Divided into Male and Female forms time after time. From these Twelve all the Families of England spread abroad. The Male is a Furnace of beryll; the Female is a golden Loom; I behold them and their rushing fires overwhelm my Soul, In London's darkness; and my tears fall day and night, Upon the Emanations of Albion's Sons! the Daughters of Albion Names anciently remember'd, but now contemn'd as fictions! Although in every bosom they controll our Vegetative powers. These are united into Tirzah and her Sisters, on Mount Gilead, Cambel & Gwendolen & Conwenna & Cordella & Ignoge. And these united into Rahab in the Covering Cherub on Euphrates Gwiniverra & Gwinefred, & Gonorill & Sabrina beautiful, Estrild, Mehetabel & Ragan, lovely Daughters of Albion They are the beautiful Emanations of the Twelve Sons of Albion The Starry Wheels revolv'd heavily over the Furnaces; Drawing Jerusalem in anguish of maternal love, Eastward a pillar of a cloud with Vala upon the mountains Howling in pain, redounding from the arms of Beulahs Daughters, Out from the Furnaces of Los above the head of Los. A pillar of smoke writhing afar into Non−Entity, redounding Till the cloud reaches afar outstretch'd among the Starry Wheels Which revolve heavily in the mighty Void above the Furnaces O what avail the loves & tears of Beulahs lovely Daughters They hold the Immortal Form in gentle bands & tender tears But all within is open'd into the deeps of Entuthon Benython A dark and unknown night, indefinite, unmeasurable, without end. Abstract Philosophy warring in enmity against Imagination (Which is the Divine Body of the Lord Jesus. blessed for ever). And there Jerusalem wanders with Vala upon the mountains, Attracted by the revolutions of those Wheels the Cloud of smoke Immense, and Jerusalem & Vala weeping in the Cloud Wander away into the Chaotic Void, lamenting with her Shadow Among the Daughters of Albion, among the Starry Wheels; Lamenting for her children, for the sons & daughters of Albion Los heard her lamentations in the deeps afar! his tears fall Incessant before the Furnaces, and his Emanation divided in pain, Eastward toward the Starry Wheels. But Westward, a black Horror, His spectre driv'n by the Starry Wheels of Albions sons, black and Opake divided from his back; he labours and he mourns! For as his Emanation divided, his Spectre also divided In terror of those starry wheels: and the Spectre stood over Los Howling in pain: a blackning Shadow, blackning dark & opake Cursing the terrible Los: bitterly cursing him for his friendship To Albion, suggesting murderous thoughts against Albion. Los rag'd and stamp'd the earth in his might & terrible wrath! He stood and stampd the earth! then he threw down his hammer in rage & In fury: then he sat down and wept, terrified! Then arose And chaunted his song, labouring with the tongs and hammer: But still the Spectre divided, and still his pain increas'd! In pain the Spectre divided: in pain of hunger and thirst: To devour Los's Human Perfection, but when he saw that Los Was living: panting like a frighted wolf, and howling He stood over the Immortal, in the solitude and darkness: Upon the darkning Thames, across the whole Island westward. A horrible Shadow of d**h, among the Furnaces: beneath The pillar of folding smoke; and he sought by other means, To lure Los: by tears, by arguments of science & by terrors: Terrors in every Nerve, by spasms & extended pains: While Los answer'd unterrified to the opake blackening Fiend And thus the Spectre spoke: Wilt thou still go on to destruction? Till thy life is all taken away by this deceitful Friendship? He drinks thee up like water! like wine he pours thee Into his tuns: thy Daughters are trodden in his vintage He makes thy Sons the trampling of his bulls, they are plow'd And harrowd for his profit, lo! thy stolen Emanation Is his garden of pleasure! all the Spectres of his Sons mock thee Look how they scorn thy once admired palaces! now in ruins Because of Albion! because of deceit and friendship! For Lo! Hand has peopled Babel & Nineveh: Hyle, Ashur & Aram: Cobans son is Nimrod: his son Cush is adjoind to Aram, By the Daughter of Babel, in a woven mantle of pestilence & war. They put forth their spectrous cloudy sails; which drive their immense Constellations over the deadly deeps of indefinite Udan−Adan Kox is the Father of Shem & Ham & Japheth, he is the Noah Of the Flood of Udan−Adan. Hutn is the Father of the Seven From Enoch to Adam; Schofield is Adam who was New− Created in Edom. I saw it indignant, & thou art not moved! This has divided thee in sunder: and wilt thou still forgive? O! thou seest not what I see! what is done in the Furnaces. Listen, I will tell thee what is done in moments to thee unknown: Luvah was cast into the Furnaces of affliction and sealed, And Vala fed in cruel delight, the Furnaces with fire: Stern Urizen beheld; urgd by necessity to keep The evil day afar, and if perchance with iron power He might avert his own despair: in woe & fear he saw Vala incircle round the Furnaces where Luvah was clos'd: With joy she heard his howlings, & forgot he was her Luvah, With whom she liv'd in bliss in times of innocence & youth! Vala comes from the Furnace in a cloud, but wretched Luvah Is howling in the Furnaces, in flames among Albions Spectres, To prepare the Spectre of Albion to reign over thee O Los, Forming the Spectres of Albion according to his rage: To prepare the Spectre sons of Adam, who is Scofield: the Ninth Of Albions sons, & the father of all his brethren in the Shadowy Generation. Cambel & Gwendolen wove webs of war & of Religion, to involve all Albions sons, and when they had Involv'd Eight; their webs roll'd outwards into darkness And Scofield the Ninth remaind on the outside of the Eight And Kox, Kotope, & Bowen, One in him, a Fourfold Wonder Involv'd the EightSuch are the Generations of the Giant Albion, To separate a Law of Sin, to punish thee in thy members. Los answer'd. Altho' I know not this! I know far worse than this: I know that Albion hath divided me, and that thou O my Spectre, Hast just cause to be irritated: but look stedfastly upon me: Comfort thyself in my strength the time will arrive, When all Albions injuries shall cease, and when we shall Embrace him tenfold bright, rising from his tomb in immortality. They have divided themselves by Wrath. they must be united by Pity: let us therefore take example & warning O my Spectre, O that I could abstain from wrath! O that the Lamb Of God would look upon me and pity me in my fury. In anguish of regeneration! in terrors of self annihilation: Pity must join together those whom wrath has torn in sunder, And the Religion of Generation which was meant for the destruction Of Jerusalem, become her covering, till the time of the End. O holy Generation! of regeneration! O point of mutual forgiveness between Enemies! Birthplace of the Lamb of God incomprehensible! The Dead despise & scorn thee, & cast thee out as accursed: Seeing the Lamb of God in thy gardens & thy palaces: Where they desire to place the Abomination of Desolation. Hand sits before his furnace: scorn of others & furious pride: Freeze round him to bars of steel & to iron rocks beneath His feet: indignant self−righteousness like whirlwinds of the north: Rose up against me thundering from the Brook of Albions River From Ranelagh & Strumbolo, from Cromwells gardens & Chelsea The place of wounded Soldiers. but when he saw my Mace Whirld round from heaven to earth, trembling he sat: his cold Poisons rose up: & his sweet deceits coverd them all over With a tender cloud. As thou art now; such was he O Spectre I know thy deceit & thy revenges, and unless thou desist I will certainly create an eternal Hell for thee. Listen! Be attentive! be obedient! Lo the Furnaces are ready to recieve thee. I will break thee into shivers! & melt thee in the furnaces of d**h; I will cast thee into forms of abhorrence & torment if thou Desist not from thine own will, & obey not my stern command! I am closd up from my children: my Emanation is dividing And thou my Spectre art divided against me. But mark I will compell thee to a**ist me in my terrible labours. To beat These hypocritic Selfhoods on the Anvils of bitter d**h I am inspired: I act not for myself: for Albions sake I now am what I am: a horror and an astonishment Shuddring the heavens to look upon me: Behold what cruelties Are practised in Babel & Shinar, & have approachd to Zions Hill While Los spoke, the terrible Spectre fell shuddring before him Watching his time with glowing eyes to leap upon his prey Los opend the Furnaces in fear. the Spectre saw to Babel & Shinar Across all Europe & Asia. he saw the tortures of the Victims. He saw now from the ou[t]side what he before saw & felt from within He saw that Los was the sole, uncontrolld Lord of the Furnaces Groaning he kneeld before Los's iron−shod feet on London Stone, Hungring & thirsting for Los's life yet pretending obedience. While Los pursud his speech in threatnings loud & fierce. Thou art my Pride & Self−righteousness: I have found thee out: Thou art reveald before me in all thy magnitude & power Thy Uncircumcised pretences to Chastity must be cut in sunder! Thy holy wrath & deep deceit cannot avail against me Nor shalt thou ever a**ume the triple−form of Albions Spectre For I am one of the living: dare not to mock my inspired fury If thou wast cast forth from my life! if I was dead upon the mountains Thou mightest be pitied & lovd: but now I am living; unless Thou abstain ravening I will create an eternal Hell for thee. Take thou this Hammer & in patience heave the thundering Bellows Take thou these Tongs: strike thou alternate with me: labour obedient Hand & Hyle & Koban: Skofeld, Kox & Kotope, labour mightily In the Wars of Babel & Shinar, all their Emanations were Condensd. Hand has absorbd all his Brethren in his might All the infant Loves & Graces were lost, for the mighty Hand Condens'd his Emanations into hard opake substances; And his infant thoughts & desires, into cold, dark, cliffs of d**h. His hammer of gold he siezd; and his anvil of adamant. He siez'd the bars of condens'd thoughts, to forge them: Into the sword of war: into the bow and arrow: Into the thundering cannon and into the murdering gun I saw the limbs form'd for exercise, contemn'd: & the beauty of Eternity, look'd upon as deformity & loveliness as a dry tree: I saw disease forming a Body of d**h around the Lamb Of God, to destroy Jerusalem, & to devour the body of Albion By war and stratagem to win the labour of the husbandman: Awkwardness arm'd in steel: folly in a helmet of gold: Weakness with horns & talons: ignorance with a rav'ning beak! Every Emanative joy forbidden as a Crime: And the Emanations buried alive in the earth with pomp of religion: Inspiration deny'd; Genius forbidden by laws of punishment: I saw terrified; I took the sighs & tears, & bitter groans: I lifted them into my Furnaces; to form the spiritual sword. That lays open the hidden heart: I drew forth the pang Of sorrow red hot: I workd it on my resolute anvil: I heated it in the flames of Hand, & Hyle, & Coban Nine times; Gwendolen & Cambel & Gwineverra Are melted into the gold, the silver, the liquid ruby, The crysolite, the topaz, the jacinth, & every precious stone. Loud roar my Furnaces and loud my hammer is heard: I labour day and night, I behold the soft affections Condense beneath my hammer into forms of cruelty But still I labour in hope, tho' still my tears flow down. That he who will not defend Truth, may be compelld to defend A Lie: that he may be snared and caught and snared and taken That Enthusiasm and Life may not cease: arise Spectre arise! Thus they contended among the Furnaces with groans & tears; Groaning the Spectre heavd the bellows, obeying Los's frowns; Till the Spaces of Erin were perfected in the furnaces Of affliction, and Los drew them forth, compelling the harsh Spectre. Into the Furnaces & into the valleys of the Anvils of d**h And into the mountains of the Anvils & of the heavy Hammers Till he should bring the Sons & Daughters of Jerusalem to be The Sons & Daughters of Los that he might protect them from Albions dread Spectres; storming, loud, thunderous & mighty The Bellows & the Hammers move compell'd by Los's hand. And this is the manner of the Sons of Albion in their strength They take the Two Contraries which are calld Qualities, with which Every Substance is clothed, they name them Good & Evil From them they make an Abstract, which is a Negation Not only of the Substance from which it is derived A murderer of its own Body: but also a murderer Of every Divine Member: it is the Reasoning Power An Abstract objecting power, that Negatives every thing This is the Spectre of Man: the Holy Reasoning Power And in its Holiness is closed the Abomination of Desolation Therefore Los stands in London building Golgonooza Compelling his Spectre to labours mighty; trembling in fear The Spectre weeps, but Los unmovd by tears or threats remains I must Create a System, or be enslav'd by another Mans I will not Reason & Compare: my business is to Create So Los, in fury & strength: in indignation & burning wrath Shuddring the Spectre howls. his howlings terrify the night He stamps around the Anvil, beating blows of stern despair He curses Heaven & Earth, Day & Night & Sun & Moon He curses Forest Spring & River, Desart & sandy Waste Cities & Nations, Families & Peoples, Tongues & Laws Driven to desperation by Los's terrors & threatning fears Los cries, Obey my voice & never deviate from my will And I will be merciful to thee: be thou invisible to all To whom I make thee invisible, but chief to my own Children O Spectre of Urthona: Reason not against their dear approach Nor them obstruct with thy temptations of doubt & despair O Shame O strong & mighty Shame I break thy brazen fetters If thou refuse, thy present torments will seem southern breezes To what thou shalt endure if thou obey not my great will. The Spectre answer'd. Art thou not ashamd of those thy Sins That thou callest thy Children? lo the Law of God commands That they be offered upon his Altar: O cruelty & torment For thine are also mine! I have kept silent hitherto, Concerning my chief delight: but thou hast broken silence Now I will speak my mind! Where is my lovely Enitharmon O thou my enemy, where is my Great Sin? She is also thine I said: Now is my grief at worst: incapable of being Surpa**ed: but every moment it accumulates more & more It continues accumulating to eternity! the joys of God advance For he is Righteous: he is not a Being of Pity & Compa**ion He cannot feel Distress: he feeds on Sacrifice & Offering: Delighting in cries & tears & clothed in Holiness & solitude But my griefs advance also, for ever & ever without end O that I could cease to be! Despair! I am Despair Created to be the great example of horror & agony: also my Prayer is vain I called for compa**ion: compa**ion mockd Mercy & pity threw the grave stone over me & with lead And iron, bound it over me for ever: Life lives on my Consuming: & the Almighty hath made me his Contrary To be all evil, all reversed & for ever dead: knowing And seeing life, yet living not; how can I then behold And not tremble; how can I be beheld & not abhorrd So spoke the Spectre shuddring, & dark tears ran down his shadowy face Which Los wiped off, but comfort none could give! or beam of hope Yet ceasd he not from labouring at the roarings of his Forge With iron & bra** Building Golgonooza in great contendings Till his Sons & Daughters came forth from the Furnaces At the sublime Labours for Los. compelld the invisible Spectre To labours mighty, with vast strength, with his mighty chains, In pulsations of time, & extensions of space, like Urns of Beulah With great labour upon his anvils, & in his ladles the Ore He lifted, pouring it into the clay ground prepar'd with art; Striving with Systems to deliver Individuals from those Systems; That whenever any Spectre began to devour the Dead, He might feel the pain as if a man gnawd his own tender nerves. Then Erin came forth from the Furnaces, & all the Daughters of Beulah Came from the Furnaces, by Los's mighty power for Jerusalems Sake: walking up and down among the Spaces of Erin: And the Sons and Daughters of Los came forth in perfection lovely! And the Spaces of Erin reach'd from the starry heighth, to the starry depth. Los wept with exceeding joy & all wept with joy together! They feard they never more should see their Father, who Was built in from Eternity, in the Cliffs of Albion. But when the joy of meeting was exhausted in loving embrace; Again they lament. O what shall we do for lovely Jerusalem? To protect the Emanations of Albions mighty ones from cruelty? Sabrina & Ignoge begin to sharpen their beamy spears Of light and love: their little children stand with arrows of gold: Ragan is wholly cruel Scofield is bound in iron armour! He is like a mandrake in the earth before Reubens gate: He shoots beneath Jerusalems walls to undermine her foundations! Vala is but they Shadow, O thou loveliest among women! A shadow animated by thy tears O mournful Jerusalem! Why wilt thou give to her a Body whose life is but a Shade?. Her joy and love, a shade: a shade of sweet repose: But animated and vegetated, she is a devouring worm: What shall we do for thee O lovely mild Jerusalem? And Los said. I behold the finger of God in terrors! Albion is dead! his Emanation is divided from him! But I am living! yet I feel my Emanation also dividing Such thing was never known! O pity me, thou all−piteous−one! What shall I do! or how exist, divided from Enitharmon? Yet why despair! I saw the finger of God go forth Upon my Furnaces, from within the Wheels of Albions Sons: Fixing their Systems, permanent: by mathematic power Giving a body to Falshood that it may be cast off for ever. With Demonstrative Science piercing Apollyon with his own bow! God is within, & without! he is even in the depths of Hell! Such were the lamentations of the Labourers in the Furnaces! And they appeard within & without incircling on both sides The Starry Wheels of Albions Sons, with Spaces for Jerusalem: And for Vala the shadow of Jerusalem: the ever mourning shade: On both sides, within & without beaming gloriously! Terrified at the sublime Wonder, Los stood before his Furnaces. And they stood around, terrified with admiration at Erins Spaces For the Spaces reachd fro the starry heighth, to the starry depth; And they builded Golgonooza: terrible eternal labour! What are those golden builders doing? where was the burying−place Of soft Ethinthus? near Tyburns fatal Tree? is that Mild Zions hills most ancient promontory; near mournful Ever weeping Paddington? is that Calvary and Golgotha? Becoming a building of pity and compa**ion? Lo! The stones are pity, and the bricks, well wrought affections: Enameld with love & kindness, & the tiles engraven gold Labour of merciful hands: the beams & rafters are forgiveness: The mortar & cement of the work, tears of honesty: the nails, And the screws & iron braces, are well wrought blandishments, And well contrived words, firm fixing, never forgotten, Always comforting the remembrance: the floors, humility, The cielings, devotion: the hearths, thanksgiving: Prepare the furniture O Lambeth in thy pitying looms! The curtains, woven tears & sighs, wrought into lovely forms For comfort. there the secret furniture of Jerusalems chamber Is wrought: Lambeth! the Bride the Lambs Wife loveth thee: Thou art one with her & knowest not of self in thy supreme joy. Go on, builders in hope: tho Jerusalem wanders far away, Without the gate of Los: among the dark Satanic wheels. Fourfold the Sons of Los in their divisions: and fourfold, The great City of Golgonooza: fourfold toward the north And toward the south fourfold, & fourfold toward the east & west Each within other toward the four points: that toward Eden, and that toward the World of Generation, And that toward Beulah, and that toward Ulro: Ulro is the space of the terrible starry wheels of Albions sons: But that toward Eden is walled up, till time of renovation: Yet it is perfect in its building, ornaments & perfection. And the Four Points are thus beheld in Great Eternity West, the Circumference: South, the Zenith: North, The Nadir: East, the Center, unapproachable for ever. These are the four Faces towards the Four Worlds of Humanity In every Man. Ezekiel saw them by Chebars flood. And the Eyes are the South, and the Nostrils are the East. And the Tongue is the West, and the Ear is the North. And the North Gate of Golgonooza toward Generation; Has four sculpturd Bulls terrible before the Gate of iron. And iron, the Bulls: and that which looks toward Ulro, Clay bak'd & enamel'd, eternal glowing as four furnaces: Turning upon the Wheels of Albions sons with enormous power. And that toward Beulah four, gold, silver, bra**, & iron: And that toward Eden, four, form'd of gold, silver, bra**, & iron. The South, a golden Gate, has four Lions terrible, living! That toward Generation, four, of iron carv'd wondrous: That toward Ulro, four, clay bak'd, laborious workmanship That toward Eden, four; immortal gold, silver, bra** & iron. The Western Gate fourfold, is closd: having four Cherubim Its guards, living, the work of elemental hands, laborious task! Like Men, hermaphroditic, each winged with eight wings That towards Generation, iron; that toward Beulah, stone; That toward Ulro, clay: that toward Eden, metals. But all clos'd up till the last day, when the graves shall yield their dead The Eastern Gate, fourfold: terrible & deadly its ornaments: Taking their forms from the Wheels of Albions sons; as cogs Are formd in a wheel, to fit the cogs of the adverse wheel. That toward Eden, eternal ice, frozen in seven folds Of forms of d**h: and that toward Beulah, stone: The seven diseases of the earth are carved terrible. And that toward Ulro, forms of war: seven enormities: And that toward Generation, seven generative forms. And every part of the City is fourfold; & every inhabitant, fourfold. And every pot & vessel & garment & utensil of the houses, And every house, fourfold; but the third Gate in every one Is closd as with a threefold curtain of ivory & fine linen & ermine. And Luban stands in middle of the City. a moat of fire, Surrounds Luban, Los's Palace & the golden Looms of Cathedron. And sixty−four thousand Genii, guard the Eastern Gate: And sixty−four thousand Gnomes, guard the Northern Gate: And sixty−four thousand Nymphs, guard the Western Gate: And sixty−four thousand Fairies, guard the Southern Gate: Around Golgonooza lies the land of d**h eternal; a Land Of pain and misery and despair and ever brooding melancholy: In all the Twenty−seven Heavens, numberd from Adam to Luther; From the blue Mundane Shell, reaching to the Vegetative Earth. The Vegetative Universe, opens like a flower from the Earths center: In which is Eternity. It expands in Stars to the Mundane Shell And there it meets Eternity again, both within and without, And the abstract Voids between the Stars are the Satanic Wheels. There is the Cave; the Rock; the Tree; the Lake of Udan Adan; The Forest, and the Marsh, and the Pits of bitumen deadly: The Rocks of solid fire: the Ice valleys: the Plains Of burning sand: the rivers, cataract & Lakes of Fire: The Islands of the fiery Lakes: the Trees of Malice: Revenge: And black Anxiety; and the Cities of the Salamandrine men: (But whatever is visible to the Generated Man, Is a Creation of mercy & love, from the Satanic Void.) The land of darkness flamed but no light, & no repose: The land of snows of trembling, & of iron hail incessant: The land of earthquakes: and the land of woven labyrinths: The land of snares & traps & wheels & pit−falls & dire mills: The Voids, the Solids, & the land of clouds & regions of waters: With their inhabitants: in the Twenty−seven Heavens beneath Beulah: Self−righteousnesses conglomerating against the Divine Vision: A Concave Earth wondrous, Chasmal, Abyssal, Incoherent! Forming the Mundane Shell: above; beneath: on all sides surrounding Golgonooza: Los walks round the walls night and day. He views the City of Golgonooza, & its smaller Cities: The Looms & Mills & Prisons & Work−houses of Og & Anak: The Amalekite: the Canaanite: the Moabite: the Egyptian: And all that has existed in the space of six thousand years: Permanent, & not lost not lost nor vanishd, & every little act, Word, work, & wish, that has existed, all remaining still In those Churches ever consuming & ever building by the Spectres Of all the inhabitants of Earth wailing to be Created: Shadowy to those who dwell not in them, meer possibilities: But to those who enter into them they seem the only substances For every thing exists & not one sigh nor smile nor tear, One hair nor particle of dust, not one can pa** away. He views the Cherub at the Tree of Life, also the Serpent, Orc the first born coild in the south: the Dragon Urizen: Tharmas the Vegetated Tongue even the Devouring Tongue: A threefold region, a false brain: a false heart: And false bowels: altogether composing the False Tongue, Beneath Beulah: as a watry flame revolving every way And as dark roots and stems: a Forest of affliction, growing In seas of sorrow. Los also views the Four Females: Ahania, and Enion, and Vala, and Enitharmon lovely. And from them all the lovely beaming Daughters of Albion, Ahania & Enion & Vala, are three evanescent shades: Enitharmon is a vegetated mortal Wife of Los: His Emanation, yet his Wife till the sleep of d**h is past.