The First Book of Urizen
by William Blake
V.
7. In anguish dividing & dividing,
For pity divides the soul
In pangs, eternity on eternity,
Life in cataracts pour'd down his cliffs.
The void shrunk the lymph into Nerves
Wandering wide on the bosom of night
And left a round globe of blood
Trembling upon the void.
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