Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Blake - In Memory of D'artagnan's Father

O when, Lord Jesus, wilt thou come?
Tarry no longer; for my soul lies at the gates of death.
I will arise and look forth for the morning of the grave.
I will go down to the sepulcher to see if morning breaks!
Lest the Last Judgement come & find me unannihilate
And I siez'd & giv'n into the hands of my own Selfhood.

- William Blake, Vala or The Four Zoas‎: Night the First

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