The Book of Ahania (Chapter III )

    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：

    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，

    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：

    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，

    4. Amaz'd started Urizen when

    He beheld himself compassèd round

    And high-roofed over with trees.

    He arose， but the stems stood so thick，

    He with difficulty and great pain

    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！

    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.