<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536881" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Milton: The Sky is an Immortal Tent Built by the Sons of Los</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los: <br> And every space that a man views around his dwelling-place<br> Standing on his own roof or in his garden on a mount<br> Of twenty-five cubits in height, such space is his universe:<br> And on its verge the sun rises and sets, the clouds bow<br> To meet the flat earth and the sea in such an order'd space:<br> The starry heavens reach no further, but here bend and set<br> On all sides, and the two Poles turn on their valves of gold:<br> And if he moves his dwelling-place, his heavens also move<br> Where'er he goes, and all his neighbourhood bewail his loss.<br> Such are the spaces called Earth and such its dimension.<br> As to that false appearance which appears to the reasoner<br> As of a globe rolling through voidness, it is a delusion of Ulro.<br>The microscope knows not of this nor the telescope: they alter<br>The ratio of the spectator's organs, but leave objects untouch'd.<br> For every space larger than a red globule of Man's blood<br> Is visionary, and is created by the Hammer of Los;<br> And every space smaller than a globule of Man's blood opens<br> Into Eternity of which this vegetable Earth is but a shadow.<br>The red globule is the unwearied sun by Los created<br> To measure time and space to mortal men every morning</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><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536881" data-title="Milton: The Sky is an Immortal Tent Built by the Sons of Los de William Blake" data-description="The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los: And every space that a man views around his dwelling-place Standing on his own roof or in his garden on a mount Of twenty-five cubits in height, such space is his universe: And on its verg..."></div> </div> </div>

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