Poetry of Eternity

November 8, 2009 at 12:14 am | Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment
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growth

There is in Eden a sweet River

of milk and liquid pearl

Nam‘d Ololon, on whose mild banks

dwelt those who Milton drove

Down into Ulro; and they wept

in long-resounding song

For seven days of Eternity,

and the River’s living banks,

The mountains wail’d, and every plant

that grew, in solemn sighs, lamented.

W. Blake

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