The Wrath of God
The Breath Divine went forth over the morning hills. Albion rose In anger, the wrath of God, breaking bright, flaming on all sides around His awful limbs: into the Heavens he walkèd, clothèd in flames, Loud thund'ring, with broad flashes of flaming lightning and pillars Of fire, speaking the Words of Eternity in Human Forms, in direful Revolutions of Action and Passion, thro' the Four Elements on all sides Surrounding his awful Members. Thou seest the Sun in heavy clouds Struggling to rise above the Mountains; in his burning hand He takes his Bow, then chooses out his arrows of flaming gold; Murmuring, the Bowstring breathes with ardour; clouds roll round the Horns of the wide Bow; loud sounding winds sport on the mountain brows, Compelling Urizen to his Furrow, and Tharmas to his Sheepfold, And Luvah to his Loom. |