But when they find the frowning babe, For who dare touch the frowning form, His arm is withered to its root; Lions, boars, wolves, all howling flee, 95 100 And none can touch that frowning form She nails him down upon the rock, And all is done as I have told. About 1801-3. 1863. AUGURIES OF INNOCENCE To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower; Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage; A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons A dog starved at his master's gate A horse misused upon the road The game-cock clipt and armed for fight Every wolf's and lion's howl Raises from hell a human soul. The wild deer, wand'ring here and there, 5 10 15 20 The lamb misused breeds public strife, Has left the brain that won't believe. He who the ox to wrath has moved He who torments the chafer's sprite Repeats to thee thy mother's grief. Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgment draweth nigh. The poison of the snake and newt Is the sweat of Envy's foot. The poison of the honey-bee Is the artist's jealousy. The prince's robes and beggar's rags Through the world we safely go. The babe is more than swaddling bands: The emmet's inch and eagle's mile Every morn and every night Some are born to sweet delight. .... Some are born to endless night. We are led to believe a lie 125 When we see not through the eye, Which was born in a night to perish in a night, I will not cease from mental fight, Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand, 15 In England's green and pleasant land. 1804. TO THE QUEEN The door of Death is made of gold, Before her throne my wings I wave; Bowing before my sov'reign's feet, "The grave produced these blossoms sweet, The blossoms of eternal life." About 1806-7. FROM THE EVERLASTING GOSPEL The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. 5 ΤΟ 15 20 1808. .... Thine is the friend of all mankind; Mine speaks in parables to the blind. Thine loves the same world that mine hates; 5 Socrates taught what Meletus Loathed as a nation's bitterest curse; And Caiaphas was, in his own mind, |