…from the quills of the dead white poets
William Blake (1757 – 1827)
The Rhine was red with humane blood, The Danube roll’d a purple tide, On the Euphrates Satan stood And over Asia stretch’d his pride. He wither’d up sweet Zion’s Hill From every Nation of the Earth; He wither’d up Jerusalem’s Gates And in a dark Land gave her birth. He wither’d up the Human Form By laws of sacrifice for sin, Till it became a Mortal Worm, But O! translucent all within. Spectre of Albion! warlike Fiend! In clouds of blood and ruin roll’d, I here reclaim thee as my own, My Selfhood! Satan! arm’d in gold. Is this thy soft Family-Love, Thy cruel Patriarchal pride, Planting the Family alone, Destroying all the World beside? A man’s worst enemies are those Of his own house and family; And he who makes his law a curse, By his own law shall surely die. In my Exchanges every Land, Shall walk, and mine in every Land, Mutual shall build Jerusalem, Both heart in heart and hand in hand.