Of the primeval Priests assum'd power,
When Eternals spurn'd back his religion;
And gave him a place in the north,
Obscure, shadowy, void, solitary.
Eternals I hear your call gladly,
Dictate swift winged words, & fear not
To unfold your dark visions of torment.
More verses by William Blake
- The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vii
- The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ix
- The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ii
- The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Viii
- When Klopstock England Defied