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William Blake - The Sky is an Immortal Tent Built by the Sons of Los (from
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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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