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Poem by William Blake * * * i My spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way; My Emanation far within Weeps incessantly for my sin. ii `A fathomless and boundless deep, There we wander, there we weep; On the hungry craving wind My Spectre follows thee behind. iii `He scents thy footsteps in the snow, Wheresoever thou dost go, Thro' the wintry hail and rain. When wilt thou return again? iv `Dost thou not in pride and scorn Fill with tempests all my morn, And with jealousies and fears Fill my pleasant nights with tears? v `Seven of my sweet loves thy knife Has bereavèd of their life. Their marble tombs I built with tears, And with cold and shuddering fears. vi `Seven more loves weep night and day Round the tombs where my loves lay, And seven more loves attend each night Around my couch with torches bright. vii `And seven more loves in my bed Crown with wine my mournful head, Pitying and forgiving all Thy transgressions great and small. viii `When wilt thou return and view My loves, and them to life renew? When wilt thou return and live? When wilt thou pity as I forgive?' a `O'er my sins thou sit and moan: Hast thou no sins of thy own? O'er my sins thou sit and weep, And lull thy own sins fast asleep. b `What transgressions I commit Are for thy transgressions fit. They thy harlots, thou their slave; And my bed becomes their grave. ix `Never, never, I return: Still for victory I burn. Living, thee alone I'll have; And when dead I'll be thy grave. x `Thro' the Heaven and Earth and Hell Thou shalt never, never quell: I will fly and thou pursue: Night and morn the flight renew.' c `Poor, pale, pitiable form That I follow in a storm; Iron tears and groans of lead Bind around my aching head. xi `Till I turn from Female love And root up the Infernal Grove, I shall never worthy be To step into Eternity. xii `And, to end thy cruel mocks, Annihilate thee on the rocks, And another form create To be subservient to my fate. xiii `Let us agree to give up love, And root up the Infernal Grove; Then shall we return and see The worlds of happy Eternity. xiv `And throughout all Eternity I forgive you, you forgive me. As 1000 our dear Redeemer said: "This the Wine, and this the Bread."' William Blake William Blake's other poems:
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