poems of william blake-第5章
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Is this a Worm？ I see they lay helpless & naked： weeping
And none to answer； none to cherish thee with mothers smiles。
The Clod of Clay heard the Worms voice & rais'd her pitying head：
She bowd over the weeping infant； and her life exhald
In milky fondness； then on Thel she fix'd her humble eyes
O beauty of the vales of Har； we live not for ourselves；
Thou seest me the meanest thing； and so I am indeed：
My bosom of itself is cold； and of itself is dark；
But he that loves the lowly； pours his oil upon my head
And kisses me； and binds his nuptial bands around my breast。
And says； Thou mother of my children； I have loved thee
And I have given thee a crown that none can take away。
But how this is sweet maid； I know not； and I cannot know
I ponder； and I cannot ponder； yet I live and love。
The daughter of beauty wip'd her pitying tears with her white veil；
And said； Alas！ I knew not this； and therefore did I weep：
That God would love a Worm I knew； and punish the evil foot
That wilful bruis'd its helpless form： but that he cherish'd it
With milk and oil I never knew； and therefore did I weep；
And I complaind in the mild air； because I fade away。
And lay me down in thy cold bed； and leave my shining lot。
Queen of the vales； the matron Clay answered： I heard thy sighs。
And all thy moans flew o'er my roof； but I have call'd them down：
Wilt thou O Queen enter my house； tis given thee to enter；
And to return： fear nothing； enter with thy virgin feet。
IV。
The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the northern bar：
Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown；
She saw the couches of the dead； & where the fibrous roots
Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists：
A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen。
She wandered in the land of clouds thro' valleys dark； listning
Dolors & lamentations： waiting oft beside the dewy grave
She stood in silence； listning to the voices of the ground；
Till to her own grave plot she came； & there she sat down。
And heard this voice of sorrow breathed from the hollow pit。
Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own destruction？
Or the glistening Eye to the poison of a smile！
Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn；
Where a thousand fighting men in ambush lie！
Or an Eye of gifts & graces showring fruits & coined gold！
Why a Tongue impress'd with honey from every wind？
Why an Ear； a whirlpool fierce to draw creations in？
Why a Nostril wide inhaling terror trembling & affright
Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy？
Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire？
The Virgin started from her seat； & with a shriek；
Fled back unhinderd till she came into the vales of Har
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