1. The lamenting voice of Ahania,
Weeping upon the Void!
And round the Tree of Fuzon,
Distant in solitary
Her voice was heard, but no form
Had she; but her tears from clouds
Eternal fell round the Tree.
2. And the voice cried: `Ah, Urizen! Love!
Flower of morning! I weep on the verge
Of Nonentity -- how
wide the Abyss
Between Ahania and thee!
3. `I lie on the verge of the deep;
I see thy dark clouds ascend;
I see thy black forests and floods,
waste to my eyes!
4. `Weeping I walk over rocks,
Over dens, and thro' valleys of death.
Why didst thou despise Ahania,
cast me from thy bright presence
Into the World of Loneness?
5. `I cannot touch his hand,
Nor weep on his knees, nor hear
His voice and bow, nor see his eyes
joy; nor hear his footsteps, and
My heart leap at the lovely sound!
I cannot kiss the place
bright feet have trod;
But I wander on the rocks
With hard necessity.
6. `Where is my golden palace?
Where my ivory bed?
Where the joy of my morning hour?
Sons of Eternity singing,
7. `To awake bright Urizen, my King,
To arise to the mountain sport,
To the bliss of eternal valleys;
8. `To awake my King in the morn,
To embrace Ahania's joy
On the breath of his open bosom,
soft cloud of dew to fall
In showers of life on his harvests?
9. `When he gave my happy soul
To the Sons of Eternal Joy;
When he took the Daughters of Life
chambers of love;
10. `When I found Babes of bliss on my beds,
And bosoms of milk in my chambers,
Fill'd with eternal
O! eternal births sung round Ahania,
In interchange sweet of their joys!
11. `Swell'd with ripeness and fat with fatness,
Bursting on winds, my odours,
My ripe figs and rich pomegranates,
infant joy at thy feet,
O Urizen! sported and sang.
12. `Then thou with thy lap full of seed,
With thy hand full of generous fire,
Walkèd forth from the clouds of
On the virgins of springing joy,
On the Human soul to cast
The seed of eternal Science.
13. `The sweat pourèd down thy temples,
To Ahania return'd in evening;
The moisture awoke to birth
mother's joys, sleeping in bliss.
14. `But now alone! over rocks, mountains,
Cast out from thy lovely bosom!
Cruel Jealousy, selfish Fear,
destroying! how can delight
Renew in these chains of darkness,
Where bones of beasts are strown
the bleak and snowy mountains,
Where bones from the birth are burièd
Before they see the light?'
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