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William Blake - To Thomas ButtsWilliam Blake - To Thomas Butts
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TO my friend Butts I write   My first vision of light,   On the yellow sands sitting.   The sun was emitting   His glorious beams           From Heaven’s high streams.   Over sea, over land,   My eyes did expand   Into regions of air,   Away from all care;         Into regions of fire,   Remote from desire;   The light of the morning   Heaven’s mountains adorning:   In particles bright,         The jewels of light   Distinct shone and clear.   Amaz’d and in fear   I each particle gazèd,   Astonish’d, amazèd;         For each was a Man   Human-form’d. Swift I ran,   For they beckon’d to me,   Remote by the sea,   Saying: ‘Each grain of sand,         Every stone on the land,   Each rock and each hill,   Each fountain and rill,   Each herb and each tree,   Mountain, hill, earth, and sea,         Cloud, meteor, and star,   Are men seen afar.’   I stood in the streams   Of Heaven’s bright beams,   And saw Felpham sweet         Beneath my bright feet,   In soft Female charms;   And in her fair arms   My Shadow I knew,   And my wife’s Shadow too,         And my sister, and friend.   We like infants descend   In our Shadows on earth,   Like a weak mortal birth.   My eyes, more and more,         Like a sea without shore,   Continue expanding,   The Heavens commanding;   Till the jewels of light,   Heavenly men beaming bright,         Appear’d as One Man,   Who complacent began   My limbs to enfold   In His beams of bright gold;   Like dross purg’d away         All my mire and my clay.   Soft consum’d in delight,   In His bosom sun-bright   I remain’d. Soft He smil’d,   And I heard His voice mild,         Saying: ‘This is My fold,   O thou ram horn’d with gold,   Who awakest from sleep   On the sides of the deep.   On the mountains around         The roarings resound   Of the lion and wolf,   The loud sea, and deep gulf.   These are guards of My fold,   O thou ram horn’d with gold!’         And the voice faded mild;   I remain’d as a child;   All I ever had known   Before me bright shone:   I saw you and your wife         By the fountains of life.   Such the vision to me   Appear’d on the sea.
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