…from the quills of the dead white poets
William Blake (1757 – 1827)
Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau: Mock on, mock on: ‘tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again. And every sand becomes a Gem, Reflected in the beam divine; Blown back they blind the mocking Eye, But still in Israel’s paths they shine. The Atoms of Democritus And the Newton’s Particles of Light Are sands upon the Red Sea shore, Where Israel’s tents do shine so bright.