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William Blake - Milton: The Sky is an Immortal Tent Built by the Sons of Los
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The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los: 
     And every space that a man views around his dwelling-place
     Standing on his own roof or in his garden on a mount
     Of twenty-five cubits in height, such space is his universe:
     And on its verge the sun rises and sets, the clouds bow
     To meet the flat earth and the sea in such an order`d space:
     The starry heavens reach no further, but here bend and set
     On all sides, and the two Poles turn on their valves of gold:
     And if he moves his dwelling-place, his heavens also move
    Where`er he goes, and all his neighbourhood bewail his loss.
    Such are the spaces called Earth and such its dimension.
    As to that false appearance which appears to the reasoner
    As of a globe rolling through voidness, it is a delusion of Ulro.
    The microscope knows not of this nor the telescope: they alter
    The ratio of the spectator`s organs, but leave objects untouch`d.
    For every space larger than a red globule of Man`s blood
    Is visionary, and is created by the Hammer of Los;
    And every space smaller than a globule of Man`s blood opens
    Into Eternity of which this vegetable Earth is but a shadow.
    The red globule is the unwearied sun by Los created
    To measure time and space to mortal men every morning.
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