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Title; E45|        VISIONS of the Daughters of Albion   t152

VDAepigraph; E45|        The Eye sees more than the Heart knows.

VDAcolophon; E45|        Printed by Will:m Blake: 1793.

VDA; E45|        The Argument

VDAargument1;   E45|        I loved Theotormon
VDAargument2;   E45|        And I was not ashamed
VDAargument3;   E45|        I trembled in my virgin fears
VDAargument4;   E45|        And I hid in Leutha's vale!

VDAargument5;   E45|        I plucked Leutha's flower,
VDAargument6;   E45|        And I rose up from the vale;
VDAargument7;   E45|        But the terrible thunders tore
VDAargument8;   E45|        My virgin mantle in twain.

ED; E45|        VISIONS of the Daughters of Albion PLATE 1
VDA1title; E45|        Visions

VDA1.2;   E45|        ENSLAV'D, the Daughters of Albion weep: a trembling lamentation
VDA1.3;   E45|        Upon their mountains; in their valleys. sighs toward America.

VDA1.4;   E45|        For the soft soul of America, Oothoon wanderd in woe,
VDA1.5;   E45|        Along the vales of Leutha seeking flowers to comfort her;
VDA1.6;   E45|        And thus she spoke to the bright Marygold of Leutha's vale

VDA1.7;   E46|        Art thou a flower! art thou a nymph! I see thee now a flower;
VDA1.8;   E46|        Now a nymph! I dare not pluck thee from thy dewy bed!

VDA1.9;   E46|        The Golden nymph replied; pluck thou my flower Oothoon the mild
VDA1.10; E46|        Another flower shall spring, because the soul of sweet delight
VDA1.11; E46|        Can never pass away. she ceas'd & closd her golden shrine.

VDA1.12; E46|        Then Oothoon pluck'd the flower saying, I pluck thee from thy bed
VDA1.13; E46|        Sweet flower. and put thee here to glow between my breasts
VDA1.14; E46|        And thus I turn my face to where my whole soul seeks.

VDA1.15; E46|        Over the waves she went in wing'd exulting swift delight;
VDA1.16; E46|        And over Theotormons reign, took her impetuous course.

VDA1.17; E46|        Bromion rent her with his thunders. on his stormy bed
VDA1.18; E46|        Lay the faint maid, and soon her woes appalld his thunders hoarse

VDA1.19; E46|        Bromion spoke. behold this harlot here on Bromions bed,
VDA1.20; E46|        And let the jealous dolphins sport around the lovely maid;
VDA1.21; E46|        Thy soft American plains are mine, and mine thy north & south:
VDA1.22; E46|        Stampt with my signet are the swarthy children of the sun:
VDA1.23; E46|        They are obedient, they resist not, they obey the scourge:
VDA1.24; E46|        Their daughters worship terrors and obey the violent:

VDA2.1;   E46|        Now thou maist marry Bromions harlot, and protect the child
VDA2.2;   E46|        Of Bromions rage, that Oothoon shall put forth in nine moons time

VDA2.3;   E46|        Then storms rent Theotormons limbs; he rolld his waves around.
VDA2.4;   E46|        And folded his black jealous waters round the adulterate pair
VDA2.5;   E46|        Bound back to back in Bromions caves terror & meekness dwell

VDA2.6;   E46|        At entrance Theotormon sits wearing the threshold hard
VDA2.7;   E46|        With secret tears; beneath him sound like waves on a desart shore
VDA2.8;   E46|        The voice of slaves beneath the sun, and children bought with money.
VDA2.9;   E46|        That shiver in religious caves beneath the burning fires
VDA2.10; E46|        Of lust, that belch incessant from the summits of the earth

VDA2.11; E46|        Oothoon weeps not: she cannot weep! her tears are locked up;
VDA2.12; E46|        But she can howl incessant writhing her soft snowy limbs.
VDA2.13; E46|        And calling Theotormons Eagles to prey upon her flesh.

VDA2.14; E46|        I call with holy voice! kings of the sounding air,
VDA2.15; E46|        Rend away this defiled bosom that I may reflect.
VDA2.16; E46|        The image of Theotormon on my pure transparent breast.

VDA2.17; E46|        The Eagles at her call descend & rend their bleeding prey;
VDA2.18; E46|        Theotormon severely smiles. her soul reflects the smile;
VDA2.19; E46|        As the clear spring mudded with feet of beasts grows pure & smiles.

VDA2.20; E46|        The Daughters of Albion hear her woes. & eccho back her sighs.

ED; E46|        VISIONS of the Daughters of Albion PLATE 6
VDA2.21; E47|        Why does my Theotormon sit weeping upon the threshold;
VDA2.22; E47|        And Oothoon hovers by his side, perswading him in vain:
VDA2.23; E47|        I cry arise O Theotormon for the village dog
VDA2.24; E47|        Barks at the breaking day. the nightingale has done lamenting.
VDA2.25; E47|        The lark does rustle in the ripe corn, and the Eagle returns
VDA2.26; E47|        From nightly prey, and lifts his golden beak to the pure east;
VDA2.27; E47|        Shaking the dust from his immortal pinions to awake
VDA2.28; E47|        The sun that sleeps too long. Arise my Theotormon I am pure.
VDA2.29; E47|        Because the night is gone that clos'd me in its deadly black.
VDA2.30; E47|        They told me that the night & day were all that I could see;
VDA2.31; E47|        They told me that I had five senses to inclose me up.
VDA2.32; E47|        And they inclos'd my infinite brain into a narrow circle,
VDA2.33; E47|        And sunk my heart into the Abyss, a red round globe hot burning
VDA2.34; E47|        Till all from life I was obliterated and erased.
VDA2.35; E47|        Instead of morn arises a bright shddow, like an eye
VDA2.36; E47|        In the eastern cloud: instead of night a sickly charnel house;
VDA2.37; E47|        That Theotormon hears me not! to him the night and morn
VDA2.38; E47|        Are both alike: a night of sighs, a morning of fresh tears;

ED; E47|        VISIONS of the Daughters of Albion PLATE 3
VDA3.1;   E47|        And none but Bromion can hear my lamentations.

VDA3.2;   E47|        With what sense is it that the chicken shuns the ravenous hawk?
VDA3.3;   E47|        With what sense does the tame pigeon measure out the expanse?
VDA3.4;   E47|        With what sense does the bee form cells? have not the mouse & frog
VDA3.5;   E47|        Eyes and ears and sense of touch? yet are their habitations.
VDA3.6;   E47|        And their pursuits, as different as their forms and as their joys:
VDA3.7;   E47|        Ask the wild ass why he refuses burdens: and the meek camel
VDA3.8;   E47|        Why he loves man: is it because of eye ear mouth or skin
VDA3.9;   E47|        Or breathing nostrils? No. for these the wolf and tyger have.
VDA3.10; E47|        Ask the blind worm the secrets of the grave, and why her spires
VDA3.11; E47|        Love to curl round the bones of death; and ask the rav'nous snake
VDA3.12; E47|        Where she gets poison: & the wing'd eagle why he loves the sun
VDA3.13; E47|        And then tell me the thoughts of man, that have been hid of old.

VDA3.14; E47|        Silent I hover all the night, and all day could be silent.
VDA3.15; E47|        If Theotormon once would turn his loved eyes upon me;
VDA3.16; E47|        How can I be defild when I reflect thy image pure?
VDA3.17; E47|        Sweetest the fruit that the worm feeds on. & the soul prey'd on by woe
VDA3.18; E47|        The new wash'd lamb ting'd with the village smoke & the bright swan
VDA3.19; E47|        By the red earth of our immortal river: I bathe my wings.
VDA3.20; E47|        And I am white and pure to hover round Theotormons breast.

VDA3.21; E47|        Then Theotormon broke his silence. and he answered.

VDA3.22; E47|        Tell me what is the night or day to one o'erflowd with woe?
VDA3.23; E47|        Tell me what is a thought? & of what substance is it made?
VDA3.24; E47|        Tell me what is a joy? & in what gardens do joys grow?
VDA3.25; E47|        And in what rivers swim the sorrows? and upon what mountains

ED; E48|        VISIONS of the Daughters of AlbionPLATE 4
VDA4.1;   E48|        Wave shadows of discontent? and in what houses dwell the wretched
VDA4.2;   E48|        Drunken with woe forgotten. and shut up from cold despair.

VDA4.3;   E48|        Tell me where dwell the thoughts forgotten till thou call them forth
VDA4.4;   E48|        Tell me where dwell the joys of old! & where the ancient loves?
VDA4.5;   E48|        And when will they renew again & the night of oblivion past?   t153
VDA4.6;   E48|        That I might traverse times & spaces far remote and bring
VDA4.7;   E48|        Comforts into a present sorrow and a night of pain
VDA4.8;   E48|        Where goest thou O thought? to what remote land is thy flight?
VDA4.9;   E48|        If thou returnest to the present moment of affliction
VDA4.10; E48|        Wilt thou bring comforts on thy wings. and dews and honey and balm;
VDA4.11; E48|        Or poison from the desart wilds, from the eyes of the envier.

VDA4.12; E48|        Then Bromion said: and shook the cavern with his lamentation

VDA4.13; E48|        Thou knowest that the ancient trees seen by thine eyes have fruit;
VDA4.14; E48|        But knowest thou that trees and fruits flourish upon the earth
VDA4.15; E48|        To gratify senses unknown? trees beasts and birds unknown:
VDA4.16; E48|        Unknown, not unpercievd, spread in the infinite microscope,
VDA4.17; E48|        In places yet unvisited by the voyager. and in worlds
VDA4.18; E48|        Over another kind of seas, and in atmospheres unknown:
VDA4.19; E48|        Ah! are there other wars, beside the wars of sword and fire!
VDA4.20; E48|        And are there other sorrows, beside the sorrows of poverty!
VDA4.21; E48|        And are there other joys, beside the joys of riches and ease?
VDA4.22; E48|        And is there not one law for both the lion and the ox?
VDA4.23; E48|        And is there not eternal fire, and eternal chains?
VDA4.24; E48|        To bind the phantoms of existence from eternal life?

VDA4.25; E48|        Then Oothoon waited silent all the day. and all the night,

ED; E48|        VISIONS of the Daughters of Albion PLATE 5
VDA5.1;   E48|        But when the morn arose, her lamentation renewd,
VDA5.2;   E48|        The Daughters of Albion hear her woes, & eccho back her sighs.

VDA5.3;   E48|        O Urizen! Creator of men! mistaken Demon of heaven:
VDA5.4;   E48|        Thy joys are tears! thy labour vain, to form men to thine image.
VDA5.5;   E48|        How can one joy absorb another? are not different joys
VDA5.6;   E48|        Holy, eternal, infinite! and each joy is a Love.

VDA5.7;   E48|        Does not the great mouth laugh at a gift? & the narrow eyelids mock
VDA5.8;   E48|        At the labour that is above payment, and wilt thou take the ape
VDA5.9;   E48|        For thy councellor? or the dog, for a schoolmaster to thy children?
VDA5.10; E48|        Does he who contemns poverty, and he who turns with abhorrence
VDA5.11; E48|        From usury: feel the same passion or are they moved alike?
VDA5.12; E48|        How can the giver of gifts experience the delights of the merchant?
VDA5.13; E48|        How the industrious citizen the pains of the husbandman.
VDA5.14; E48|        How different far the fat fed hireling with hollow drum;
VDA5.15; E48|        Who buys whole corn fields into wastes, and sings upon the heath:

VDA5.16; E49|        How different their eye and ear! how different the world to them!
VDA5.17; E49|        With what sense does the parson claim the labour of the farmer?
VDA5.18; E49|        What are his nets & gins & traps. & how does he surround him
VDA5.19; E49|        With cold floods of abstraction, and with forests of solitude,
VDA5.20; E49|        To build him castles and high spires. where kings & priests may dwell.
VDA5.21; E49|        Till she who burns with youth. and knows no fixed lot; is bound
VDA5.22; E49|        In spells of law to one she loaths: and must she drag the chain
VDA5.23; E49|        Of life, in weary lust! must chilling murderous thoughts. obscure
VDA5.24; E49|        The clear heaven of her eternal spring? to bear the wintry rage
VDA5.25; E49|        Of a harsh terror driv'n to madness, bound to hold a rod
VDA5.26; E49|        Over her shrinking shoulders all the day; & all the night
VDA5.27; E49|        To turn the wheel of false desire: and longings that wake her womb
VDA5.28; E49|        To the abhorred birth of cherubs in the human form
VDA5.29; E49|        That live a pestilence & die a meteor & are no more.
VDA5.30; E49|        Till the child dwell with one he hates. and do the deed he loaths
VDA5.31; E49|        And the impure scourge force his seed into its unripe birth
VDA5.32; E49|        E'er yet his eyelids can behold the arrows of the day.

VDA5.33; E49|        Does the whale worship at thy footsteps as the hungry dog?
VDA5.34; E49|        Or does he scent the mountain prey, because his nostrils wide
VDA5.35; E49|        Draw in the ocean? does his eye discern the flying cloud
VDA5.36; E49|        As the ravens eye? or does he measure the expanse like the vulture?
VDA5.37; E49|        Does the still spider view the cliffs where eagles hide their young?
VDA5.38; E49|        Or does the fly rejoice. because the harvest is brought in?
VDA5.39; E49|        Does not the eagle scorn the earth & despise the treasures beneath?
VDA5.40; E49|        But the mole knoweth what is there, & the worm shall tell it thee.
VDA5.41; E49|        Does not the worm erect a pillar in the mouldering church yard?

VDA6.1;   E49|        And a palace of eternity in the jaws of the hungry grave
VDA6.2;   E49|        Over his porch these words are written. Take thy bliss O Man!
VDA6.3;   E49|        And sweet shall be thy taste & sweet thy infant joys renew!

VDA6.4;   E49|        Infancy, fearless, lustful, happy! nestling for delight
VDA6.5;   E49|        In laps of pleasure; Innocence! honest, open, seeking
VDA6.6;   E49|        The vigorous joys of morning light; open to virgin bliss.
VDA6.7;   E49|        Who taught thee modesty, subtil modesty! child of night & sleep
VDA6.8;   E49|        When thou awakest, wilt thou dissemble all thy secret joys
VDA6.9;   E49|        Or wert thou not awake when all this mystery was disclos'd!
VDA6.10; E49|        Then com'st thou forth a modest virgin knowing to dissemble
VDA6.11; E49|        With nets found under thy night pillow, to catch virgin joy,
VDA6.12; E49|        And brand it with the name of whore; & sell it in the night,
VDA6.13; E49|        In silence. ev'n without a whisper, and in seeming sleep:
VDA6.14; E49|        Religious dreams and holy vespers, light thy smoky fires:
VDA6.15; E49|        Once were thy fires lighted by the eyes of honest morn
VDA6.16; E49|        And does my Theotormon seek this hypocrite modesty!
VDA6.17; E49|        This knowing, artful, secret, fearful, cautious, trembling hypocrite.

VDA6.18; E50|        Then is Oothoon a whore indeed! and all the virgin joys
VDA6.19; E50|        Of life are harlots: and Theotormon is a sick mans dream
VDA6.20; E50|        And Oothoon is the crafty slave of selfish holiness.

VDA6.21; E50|        But Oothoon is not so, a virgin fill'd with virgin fancies
VDA6.22; E50|        Open to joy and to delight where ever beauty appears
VDA6.23; E50|        If in the morning sun I find it: there my eyes are fix'd

VDA7.1;   E50|        In happy copulation; if in evening mild. wearied with work;
VDA7.2;   E50|        Sit on a bank and draw the pleasures of this free born joy.

VDA7.3;   E50|        The moment of desire! the moment of desire! The virgin
VDA7.4;   E50|        That pines for man; shall awaken her womb to enormous joys
VDA7.5;   E50|        In the secret shadows of her chamber; the youth shut up from
VDA7.6;   E50|        The lustful joy. shall forget to generate. & create an amorous image
VDA7.7;   E50|        In the shadows of his curtains and in the folds of his silent pillow.
VDA7.8;   E50|        Are not these the places of religion? the rewards of continence?
VDA7.9;   E50|        The self enjoyings of self denial? Why dost thou seek religion?
VDA7.10; E50|        Is it because acts are not lovely, that thou seekest solitude,
VDA7.11; E50|        Where the horrible darkness is impressed with reflections of desire.

VDA7.12; E50|        Father of jealousy. be thou accursed from the earth!
VDA7.13; E50|        Why hast thou taught my Theotormon this accursed thing?
VDA7.14; E50|        Till beauty fades from off my shoulders darken'd and cast out,
VDA7.15; E50|        A solitary shadow wailing on the margin of non-entity.

VDA7.16; E50|        I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind!
VDA7.17; E50|        Can that be Love, that drinks another as a sponge drinks water?
VDA7.18; E50|        That clouds with jealousy his nights, with weepings all the day:
VDA7.19; E50|        To spin a web of age around him. grey and hoary! dark!
VDA7.20; E50|        Till his eyes sicken at the fruit that hangs before his sight.
VDA7.21; E50|        Such is self-love that envies all! a creeping skeleton
VDA7.22; E50|        With lamplike eyes watching around the frozen marriage bed.

VDA7.23; E50|        But silken nets and traps of adamant will Oothoon spread,
VDA7.24; E50|        And catch for thee girls of mild silver, or of furious gold;
VDA7.25; E50|        I'll lie beside thee on a bank & view their wanton play
VDA7.26; E50|        In lovely copulation bliss on bliss with Theotormon:
VDA7.27; E50|        Red as the rosy morning, lustful as the firstborn beam,
VDA7.28; E50|        Oothoon shall view his dear delight, nor e'er with jealous cloud
VDA7.29; E50|        Come in the heaven of generous love; nor selfish blightings bring.
VDA7.30; E50|        Does the sun walk in glorious raiment. on the secret floor

VDA8.1;   E50|        Where the cold miser spreads his gold? or does the bright cloud drop
VDA8.2;   E50|        On his stone threshold? does his eye behold the beam that brings
VDA8.3;   E50|        Expansion to the eye of pity? or will he bind himself
VDA8.4;   E50|        Beside the ox to thy hard furrow? does not that mild beam blot

VDA8.5;   E51|        The bat, the owl, the glowing tyger, and the king of night.
VDA8.6;   E51|        The sea fowl takes the wintry blast. for a cov'ring to her limbs:
VDA8.7;   E51|        And the wild snake, the pestilence to adorn him with gems & gold.
VDA8.8;   E51|        And trees. & birds. & beasts. & men. behold their eternal joy.
VDA8.9;   E51|        Arise you little glancing wings, and sing your infant joy!
VDA8.10; E51|        Arise and drink your bliss, for every thing that lives is holy!

VDA8.11; E51|        Thus every morning wails Oothoon. but Theotormon sits
VDA8.12; E51|        Upon the margind ocean conversing with shadows dire.

VDA8.13; E51|        The Daughters of Albion hear her woes, & eccho back her sighs.

VDAend; E51|        The End


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