Friday, December 18, 2015

Romantic words By William Blake

I saw a chapel all of gold
that none did dare to enter im
and many weeping stood without
weeping mourning worshiping.

I saw a serpent rise between
The white pillars of the door
and he forced and forced and forced
down the golden hinges tore

And along the pavement sweet
Set with pearls & rubies bright
all his slimy length he drew
Till upon the altar white

Vomiting his poison out
On the bread & on the wine
so I torned into a sty
And laid me down among the swine.