| In Search of Ecstasy |
Why wilt thou Examine every little fibre of your soul
Spreading them out before the Sun like Stalks of flax to dry
The infant joy is beautiful but its anatomy
Horrible Ghast & Deadly nought shall find in it
But Death Despair & Everlasting brooding Melancholy
Thou wilt go mad with horror if thou doest Examine thus
Every moment of your secrets hours.
~Blake
Spreading them out before the Sun like Stalks of flax to dry
The infant joy is beautiful but its anatomy
Horrible Ghast & Deadly nought shall find in it
But Death Despair & Everlasting brooding Melancholy
Thou wilt go mad with horror if thou doest Examine thus
Every moment of your secrets hours.
~Blake