The Universe, William Blake
The Sky is an immortal Tent built by the Sons of Los
And every Space that 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 verge the Sun rises & sets. the Clouds bow
To meet the flat Earth & the Sea in such ordered Space:
The Starry heavens reach no further but here bend and set
On all sides & the two Poles turn on their valves of gold:
And if he moves his dwelling-place, his heavens also move
Wher’eer he goes & all his neighbourhood bewail his loss:
Such are the Spaces called Earth & such are its dimensions:
As to that false appearance which appears to the reasoner
As of a Globe rolling thro Voidness, it is a delusion of Ulro
The Microscope knows not of this nor the Telescope. they alter
The ratio of the Spectators Organs but leave Objects untouchd
For every space larger than a red Globule of Mans blood.
Is visionary: and is created by the Hammer of Los
And every Space smaller than a Globule of Mans blood. opens
Into Eternity of which this vegetable Earth is but a shadow(29;4-22)
William Blake from the Book David V. Erdmann, Original page 29 Lines 4-22.
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