poems of william blake-第4章
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Nor venerates another so；
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know。
〃And； father； how can I love you
Or any of my brothers more？
I love you like the little bird
That picks up crumbs around the door。〃
The Priest sat by and heard the child；
In trembling zeal he seized his hair；
He led him by his little coat；
And all admired the priestly care。
And standing on the altar high；
〃Lo； what a fiend is here！ said he：
〃One who sets reason up for judge
Of our most holy mystery。〃
The weeping child could not be heard；
The weeping parents wept in vain：
They stripped him to his little shirt；
And bound him in an iron chain；
And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before；
The weeping parents wept in vain。
Are such thing done on Albion's shore？
A LITTLE GIRL LOST
Children of the future age；
Reading this indignant page；
Know that in a former time
Love； sweet love； was thought a crime。
In the age of gold；
Free from winter's cold；
Youth and maiden bright；
To the holy light；
Naked in the sunny beams delight。
Once a youthful pair；
Filled with softest care；
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night。
Then； in rising day；
On the grass they play；
Parents were afar；
Strangers came not near；
And the maiden soon forgot her fear。
Tired with kisses sweet；
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep；
And the weary tired wanderers weep。
To her father white
Came the maiden bright；
But his loving look；
Like the holy book
All her tender limbs with terror shook。
〃Ona； pale and weak；
To thy father speak！
Oh the trembling fear！
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair！〃
THE SCHOOLBOY
I love to rise on a summer morn；
When birds are singing on every tree；
The distant huntsman winds his horn；
And the skylark sings with me：
Oh what sweet company！
But to go to school in a summer morn；
Oh it drives all joy away！
Under a cruel eye outworn；
The little ones spend the day
In sighing and dismay。
Ah then at times I drooping sit；
And spend many an anxious hour；
Nor in my book can I take delight；
Nor sit in learning's bower；
Worn through with the dreary shower。
How can the bird that is born for joy
Sit in a cage and sing？
How can a child； when fears annoy；
But droop his tender wing；
And forget his youthful spring？
Oh father and mother； if buds are nipped；
And blossoms blown away；
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the springing day；
By sorrow and care's dismay；
How shall the summer arise in joy；
Or the summer fruits appear？
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy；
Or bless the mellowing year；
When the blasts of winter appear？
TO TERZAH
Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consumed with the earth；
To rise from generation free：
Then what have I to do with thee？
The sexes sprang from shame and pride；
Blown in the morn； in evening died；
But mercy changed death into sleep；
The sexes rose to work and weep。
Thou； mother of my mortal part；
With cruelty didst mould my heart；
And with false self…deceiving tears
Didst bind my nostrils； eyes； and ears；
Didst close my tongue in senseless clay；
And me to mortal life betray。
The death of Jesus set me free：
Then what have I to do with thee？
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD
Youth of delight！ come hither
And see the opening morn；
Image of Truth new…born。
Doubt is fled； and clouds of reason；
Dark disputes and artful teazing。
Folly is an endless maze；
Tangled roots perplex her ways；
How many have fallen there！
They stumble all night over bones of the dead；
And feel they know not what but care；
And wish to lead others； when they should be led。
APPENDIX
A DIVINE IMAGE
Cruelty has a human heart；
And Jealousy a human face；
Terror the human form divine；
And Secresy the human dress。
The human dress is forged iron；
The human form a fiery forge；
The human face a furnace sealed；
The human heart its hungry gorge。
NOTE： Though written and engraved by Blake； 〃A DIVINE IMAGE〃 was never
included in the SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE。
William Blake's
THE BOOK of THEL
THEL'S Motto
Does the Eagle know what is in the pit？
Or wilt thou go ask the Mole：
Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod？
Or Love in a golden bowl？
THE BOOK of THEL
The Author & Printer Willm。 Blake。 1780
THEL
I
The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round their sunny flocks；
All but the youngest： she in paleness sought the secret air。
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day：
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard；
And thus her gentle lamentation falls like morning dew。
O life of this our spring！ why fades the lotus of the water？
Why fade these children of the spring？ born but to smile & fall。
Ah！ Thel is like a watry bow； and like a parting cloud；
Like a reflection in a glass： like shadows in the water
Like dreams of infants； like a smile upon an infants face。
Like the doves voice； like transient day； like music in the air：
Ah！ gentle may I lay me down and gentle rest my head。
And gentle sleep the sleep of death； and gently hear the voice
Of him that walketh in the garden in the evening time。
The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass
Answerd the lovely maid and said： I am a watry weed；
And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales：
So weak the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head
Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley； and each morn over me spreads his hand
Saying； rejoice thou humble grass； thou new…born lily flower。
Thou gentle maid of silent valleys and of modest brooks：
For thou shall be clothed in light； and fed with morning manna：
Till summers heat melts thee beside the fountains and the springs
To flourish in eternal vales： they why should Thel complain。
Why should the mistress of the vales of Har； utter a sigh。
She ceasd & smild in tears； then sat down in her silver shrine。
Thel answerd； O thou little virgin of the peaceful valley。
Giving to those that cannot crave； the voiceless； the o'er tired
The breath doth nourish the innocent lamb； he smells the milky garments
He crops thy flowers while thou sittest smiling in his face；
Wiping his mild and meekin mouth from all contagious taints。
Thy wine doth purify the golden honey； thy perfume。
Which thou dost scatter on every little blade of grass that springs
Revives the milked cow； & tames the fire…breathing steed。
But Thel is like a faint cloud kindled at the rising sun：
I vanish from my pearly throne； and who shall find my place。
Queen of the vales the Lily answered； ask the tender cloud；
And it shall tell thee why it glitters in the morning sky。
And why it scatters its bright beauty thro the humid air。
Descend O little cloud & hover before the eyes of Thel。
The Cloud descended and the Lily bowd her modest head：
And went to mind her numerous charge among the verdant grass。
II。
O little Cloud the virgin said； I charge thee to tell me
Why thou complainest now when in one hour thou fade away：
Then we shall seek thee but not find： ah Thel is like to thee。
I pass away； yet I complain； and no one hears my voice。
The Cloud then shewd his golden head & his bright form emerg'd。
Hovering and glittering on the air before the face of Thel。
O virgin know'st thou not our steeds drink of the golden springs
Where Luvah doth renew his horses： lookst thou on my youth。
And fearest thou because I vanish and am seen no more。
Nothing remains； O maid I tell thee； when I pass away。
It is to tenfold life； to love； to peace； and raptures holy：
Unseen descending； weigh my light wings upon balmy flowers：
And court the fair eyed dew； to take me to her shining tent
The weeping virgin； trembling kneels before the risen sun。
Till we arise link'd in a golden band and never part：
But walk united bearing food to all our tender flowers。
Dost thou O little cloud？ I fear that I am not like thee：
For I walk through the vales of Har； and smell the sweetest flowers：
But I feed not the little flowers： I hear the warbling birds；
But I feed not the warbling birds； they fly and seek their food：
But Thel delights in these no more because I fade away
And all shall say； without a use this shining women liv'd；
Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms。
The Cloud reclind upon his airy throne and answerd thus。
Then if thou art the food of worms； O virgin of the skies；
How great thy use； how great thy blessing； every thing that lives。
Lives not alone nor or itself： fear not and I will call；
The weak worm from its lowly bed； and thou shalt hear its voice。
Come forth worm and the silent valley； to thy pensive queen。
The helpless worm arose and sat upon the Lillys leaf；
And the bright Cloud saild on； to find his partner in the vale。
III。
Then Thel astonish'd view'd the Worm upon its dewy bed。
Art thou a Worm？ image of weakness。 art thou but a Worm？
I see thee like an infant wrapped in the Lillys leaf；
Ah weep not little voice； thou can'st not speak； but thou can'st weep：
Is this a Worm？ I see they lay helpless & naked： weeping
And none to answer；
