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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=38664" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mental Travellert</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I traveld thro' a Land of Men<br>A Land of Men and Women too<br>And heard and saw such dreadful things<br>As cold Earth wanderers never knew</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For there the Babe is born in joy<br>That was begotten in dire woe<br>Just as we Reap in joy the fruit<br>Which we in bitter tears did sow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if the Babe is born a Boy<br>He's given to a Woman Old 10<br>Who nails him down upon a rock<br>Catches his Shrieks in Cups of gold</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She binds iron thorns around his head<br>She pierces both his hands and feet<br>She cuts his heart out at his side<br>To make it feel both cold and heat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her fingers number every Nerve<br>Just as a Miser counts his gold<br>She lives upon his shrieks and cries<br>And She grows young as he grows old</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till he becomes a bleeding youth<br>And she becomes a Virgin bright<br>Then he rends up his Manacles<br>And binds her down for his delight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He plants himself in all her Nerves<br>Just as a Husbandman his mould<br>And She becomes his dwelling place<br>And Garden fruitful Seventy fold</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An aged Shadow soon he fades<br>Wandring round an Earthly Cot<br>Full filled all with gems and gold<br>Which he by industry had got</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And these are the gems of the Human Soul<br>The rubies and pearls of a lovesick eye<br>The countless gold of the akeing heart<br>The martyrs groan and the lovers sigh</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are his meat they are his drink<br>He feeds the Beggar and the Poor<br>And the way faring Traveller<br>For ever open is his door</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His grief is their eternal joy<br>They make the roofs and walls to ring<br>Till from the fire on the hearth<br>A little Female Babe does spring</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she is all of solid fire<br>And gems and gold that none his hand<br>Dares stretch to touch her Baby form<br>Or wrap her in his swaddling-band</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But She comes to the Man she loves<br>If young or old or rich or poor<br>They soon drive out the aged Host<br>A Begger at anothers door</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wanders weeping far away<br>Untill some other take him in<br>Oft blind and age-bent sore distrest <br>Untill he can a Maiden win</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And to Allay his freezing Age<br>The Poor Man takes her in his arms<br>The Cottage fades before his Sight<br>The Garden and its lovely Charms</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Guests are scatterd thro' the land<br>For the Eye altering alters all<br>The Senses roll themselves in fear<br>And the flat Earth becomes a Ball</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Stars Sun Moon all shrink away<br>A desart vast without a bound<br>And nothing left to eat or drink<br>And a dark desart all around</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The honey of her Infant lips<br>The bread and wine of her sweet smile<br>The wild game of her roving Eye<br>Does him to Infancy beguile</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For as he eats and drinks he grows<br>Younger and younger every day<br>And on the desart wild they both<br>Wander in terror & dismay</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like the wild Stag she flees away<br>Her fear plants many a thicket wild<br>While he pursues her night and day<br>By various arts of Love beguild</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By various arts of Love and Hate<br>Till the wide desart planted oer<br>With Labyrinths of wayward Love<br>Where roams the Lion Wolf and Boart</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till he becomes a wayward Babet<br>And she a weeping Woman Oldt<br>Then many a Lover wanders here<br>The Sun and Stars are nearer rolld</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The trees bring forth sweet Extacy<br>To all who in the desart roam<br>Till many a City there is Built<br>And many a pleasant Shepherds home</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when they find the frowning Babe<br>Terror strikes thro the region wide<br>They cry the Babe the Babe is Born<br>And flee away on Every sidet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For who dare touch the frowning form<br>His arm is witherd to its root<br>Lions Boars Wolves all howling flee<br>And every Tree does shed its fruit</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And none can touch that frowning form<br>Except it be a Woman Old<br>She nails him down upon the Rock<br>And all is done as I have told</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Blake">William Blake</a> from <i>Songs and Ballads</i><div class=q>
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