3 ‘Jewels of Light’ Bron: William Blake (1757 – 1827), ‘To Thomas Butts’ Jacobs Ladder, of Jacobs Droom (detail): William Blake, illustratie in een bijbel, geschilderd voor Thomas Butts, c (British Museum)
4 To my friend Butts I write My first vision of light On the yellow sands sitting The sun was emitting His glorious beams From Heaven’s high streams Over sea, over land My eyes did expand Into regions of air Away from all care Into regions of fire Remotre from desire The light of the morning Heaven’s mountains adorning In particles bright The jewels of light Distinct shone and clear Amaz’d and in fear I each particle gazèd Astonish’d, amazèd For each was a Man Human-form’d. Swift I ran For they beckon’d to me Remote by the sea Saying: ‘Each grain of sand Every stone on the landEach rock and each hillEach fountain and rillEach herb and each treeMountain, hill, earth and seaCloud, meteor, and starAre men seen afar.’I stood in the streamsOf Heaven’s bright beamsAnd saw Felpham sweetBeneath my bright feetIn soft Female charmsAnd in her fair armsMy Shadow I knewAnd my wife’s Shadow tooAnd my sister, and friendWe like infants descendIn our Shadows on earthLike a weak mortal birthMy eyes, more and moreLike a sea without shoreContinue expandingThe Heavens commandingTill the jewels of lightHeavenly men beaming brightAppear’d as One ManWho complacent beganMy limbs to enfoldIn His Beams of bright goldLike dross purg’d awayAll my mire and my claySoft consum’d in delightIn His bosom sun-brightI remain’d. Soft He smil’dAnd I heard His voice mildSaying: ‘This is My foldO Thou ram horn’d with goldWho awakest from sleepOn the sides of the deepOn the mountains aroundThe roaring resoundOf the lion and wolfThe loud sea, and deep gulfThese are guards of My foldO Thou ram horn’d with gold!’And the voice faded mildI remain’d as a childAll I ever had knownBefore me bright shoneI saw you and your wifeBy the fountains of lifeSuch a vision to meAppear’d on the sea
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