Thel1.1; E3| The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round their sunny flocks. t4
Thel1.2; E3| All but the youngest; she in paleness sought the secret air.
Thel1.3; E3| To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Thel1.4; E3| Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard:
Thel1.5; E3| And thus her gentle lamentation falls like morning dew.
Thel1.6; E3| O life of this our spring! why fades the lotus of the water?
Thel1.7; E3| Why fade these children of the spring? born but to smile & fall.
Thel1.8; E3| Ah! Thel is like a watry bow. and like a parting cloud.
Thel1.9; E3| Like a reflection in a glass. like shadows in the water.
Thel1.10; E3| Like dreams of infants. like a smile upon an infants face,
Thel1.11; E3| Like the doves voice, like transient day, like music in the air;
Thel1.12; E3| Ah! gentle may I lay me down, and gentle rest my head.
Thel1.13; E3| And gentle sleep the sleep of death. and gentle hear the voice t5
Thel1.14; E3| Of him that walketh in the garden in the evening time.
Thel1.15; E4| The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass
Thel1.16; E4| Answer'd the lovely maid and said; I am a watry weed,
Thel1.17; E4| And I am very small, and love to dwell in lowly vales;
Thel1.18; E4| So weak, the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head.
Thel1.19; E4| Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all.
Thel1.20; E4| Walks in the valley. and each morn over me spreads his hand
Thel1.21; E4| Saying, rejoice thou humble grass, thou new-born lilly flower,
Thel1.22; E4| Thou gentle maid of silent valleys. and of modest brooks;
Thel1.23; E4| For thou shalt be clothed in light, and fed with morning manna:
Thel1.24; E4| Till summers heat melts thee beside the fountains and the springs
Thel1.25; E4| To flourish in eternal vales: then why should Thel complain,
Thel2.3; E4| Thel answerd. O thou little virgin of the peaceful valley.
Thel2.4; E4| Giving to those that cannot crave, the voiceless, the o'ertired. t6
Thel2.5; E4| Thy breath doth nourish the innocent lamb, he smells thy milky garments,
Thel2.6; E4| He crops thy flowers. while thou sittest smiling in his face,
Thel2.7; E4| Wiping his mild and meekin mouth from all contagious taints.
Thel2.8; E4| Thy wine doth purify the golden honey, thy perfume,
Thel2.9; E4| Which thou dost scatter on every little blade of grass that springs
Thel2.10; E4| Revives the milked cow, & tames the fire-breathing steed.
Thel2.11; E4| But Thel is like a faint cloud kindled at the rising sun:
Thel2.12; E4| I vanish from my pearly throne, and who shall find my place.
Thel2.13; E4| Queen of the vales the Lilly answerd, ask the tender cloud,
Thel2.14; E4| And it shall tell thee why it glitters in the morning sky,
Thel2.15; E4| And why it scatters its bright beauty thro' the humid air.
Thel2.16; E4| Descend O little cloud & hover before the eyes of Thel.
Thel3.1; E4| O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee tell to me,
Thel3.2; E4| Why thou complainest not when in one hour thou fade away:
Thel3.3; E4| Then we shall seek thee but not find; ah Thel is like to thee.
Thel3.4; E4| I pass away. yet I complain, and no one hears my voice.
Thel3.9; E5| And fearest thou because I vanish and am seen no more.
Thel3.10; E5| Nothing remains; O maid I tell thee, when I pass away,
Thel3.11; E5| It is to tenfold life, to love, to peace, and raptures holy:
Thel3.12; E5| Unseen descending, weigh my light wings upon balmy flowers;
Thel3.13; E5| And court the fair eyed dew. to take me to her shining tent;
Thel3.14; E5| The weeping virgin, trembling kneels before the risen sun,
Thel3.15; E5| Till we arise link'd in a golden band, and never part;
Thel3.16; E5| But walk united, bearing food to all our tender flowers
Thel3.17; E5| Dost thou O little Cloud? I fear that I am not like thee;
Thel3.18; E5| For I walk through the vales of Har. and smell the sweetest flowers;
Thel3.19; E5| But I feed not the little flowers: I hear the warbling birds,
Thel3.20; E5| But I feed not the warbling birds. they fly and seek their food;
Thel3.21; E5| But Thel delights in these no more because I fade away,
Thel3.22; E5| And all shall say, without a use this shining woman liv'd,
Thel3.23; E5| Or did she only live. to be at death the food of worms.
Thel3.25; E5| Then if thou art the food of worms. O virgin of the skies,
Thel3.26; E5| How great thy use. how great thy blessing; every thing that lives,
Thel3.27; E5| Lives not alone, nor for itself: fear not and I will call
Thel3.28; E5| The weak worm from its lowly bed, and thou shalt hear its voice.
Thel3.29; E5| Come forth worm of the silent valley, to thy pensive queen.
Thel4.2; E5| Art thou a Worm? image of weakness. art thou but a Worm?
Thel4.3; E5| I see thee like an infant wrapped in the Lillys leaf:
Thel4.4; E5| Ah weep not little voice, thou can'st not speak. but thou can'st weep;
Thel4.5; E5| Is this a Worm? I see thee lay helpless & naked: weeping,
Thel4.6; E5| And none to answer, none to cherish thee with mothers smiles.
Thel4.7; E5| The Clod of Clay heard the Worms voice, & raisd her pitying head;
Thel4.8; E5| She bowd over the weeping infant, and her life exhal'd
Thel4.9; E5| In milky fondness, then on Thel she fix'd her humble eyes.
Thel4.10; E5| O beauty of the vales of Har. we live not for ourselves,
Thel4.11; E5| Thou seest me the meanest thing, and so I am indeed;
Thel4.12; E5| My bosom of itself is cold. and of itself is dark,
Thel5.3; E6| And says; Thou mother of my children, I have loved thee.
Thel5.4; E6| And I have given thee a crown that none can take away
Thel5.5; E6| But how this is sweet maid, I know not, and I cannot know,
Thel5.6; E6| I ponder, and I cannot ponder; yet I live and love.
Thel5.7; E6| The daughter of beauty wip'd her pitying tears with her white veil,
Thel5.8; E6| And said. Alas! I knew not this, and therefore did I weep:
Thel5.9; E6| That God would love a Worm I knew, and punish the evil foot
Thel5.10; E6| That wilful, bruis'd its helpless form: but that he cherish'd it
Thel5.11; E6| With milk and oil, I never knew; and therefore did I weep,
Thel5.12; E6| And I complaind in the mild air, because I fade away,
Thel5.13; E6| And lay me down in thy cold bed, and leave my shining lot.
Thel5.14; E6| Queen of the vales, the matron Clay answerd; I heard thy sighs.
Thel5.15; E6| And all thy moans flew o'er my roof. but I have call'd them down:
Thel5.16; E6| Wilt thou O Queen enter my house. 'tis given thee to enter,
Thel5.17; E6| And to return; fear nothing. enter with thy virgin feet.
Thel6.1; E6| The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the northern bar:
Thel6.2; E6| Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown;
Thel6.3; E6| She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots
Thel6.4; E6| Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists:
Thel6.5; E6| A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.
Thel6.6; E6| She wanderd in the land of clouds thro' valleys dark, listning
Thel6.7; E6| Dolours & lamentations: waiting oft beside a dewy grave
Thel6.8; E6| She stood in silence. listning to the voices of the ground,
Thel6.9; E6| Till to her own grave plot she came, & there she sat down.
Thel6.10; E6| And heard this voice of sorrow breathed from the hollow pit.
Thel6.11; E6| Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own destruction?
Thel6.12; E6| Or the glistning Eye to the poison of a smile!
Thel6.13; E6| Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn,
Thel6.14; E6| Where a thousand fighting men in ambush lie?
Thel6.15; E6| Or an Eye of gifts & graces, show'ring fruits & coined gold!
Thel6.16; E6| Why a Tongue impress'd with honey from every wind?
Thel6.17; E6| Why an Ear, a whirlpool fierce to draw creations in?
Thel6.18; E6| Why a Nostril wide inhaling terror trembling & affright.
Thel6.19; E6| Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy! t7
Thel6.20; E6| Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire?