EUROPE A PROPHECY. William Blake

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      Table of Contents

       Preludium

       A Prophecy

      Five windows light the cavern’d Man; thro’ one he breathes the air;

      Thro’ one, hears music of the spheres; thro’ one, the eternal vine

      Flourishes, that he may recieve the grapes; thro’ one can look.

      And see small portions of the eternal world that ever groweth;

      Thro’ one, himself pass out what time he please, but he will not;

      For stolen joys are sweet, & bread eaten in secret pleasant.

      So sang a Fairy mocking as he sat on a streak’d Tulip,

      Thinking none saw him: when he ceas’d I started from the trees!

      And caught him in my hat as boys knock down a butterfly.

      How know you this said I small Sir? where did you learn this song?

      Seeing himself in my possession thus he answered me:

      My master, I am yours. command me, for I must obey.

      Then tell me, what is the material world, and is it dead?

      He laughing answer’d: I will write a book on leaves of flowers,

      If you will feed me on love-thoughts, & give me now and then

      A cup of sparkling poetic fancies; so when I am tipsie,

      I’ll sing to you to this soft lute; and shew you all alive

      The world, when every particle of dust breathes forth its joy.

      I took him home in my warm bosom: as we went along

      Wild flowers I gatherd; & he shew’d me each eternal flower:

      He laugh’d aloud to see them whimper because they were pluck’d.

      They hover’d round me like a cloud of incense:

      when I came Into my parlour and sat down, and took my pen to write:

      My Fairy sat upon the table, and dictated EUROPE.