# Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 68

Written and etched 1804-1820. Source: Blake: The Complete Poetry & Prose (David. V. Erdman) In the internet: www.blakearchive.org
* PLATE 68
* O Skofield why art thou cruel? Lo Joseph is thine! to make
* You One: to weave you both in the same mantle of skin
* Bind him down Sisters bind him down on Ebal. Mount of cursing:
* Malah come forth from Lebanon: & Hoglah from Mount Sinai:
* 5 Come circumscribe this tongue of sweets & with a screw of iron
* Fasten this ear into the rock! Milcah the task is thine
* Weep not so Sisters! weep not so! our life depends on this
* Or mercy & truth are fled away from Shechem & Mount Gilead
* Unless my beloved is bound upon the Stems of Vegetation
* 10 And thus the Warriors cry, in the hot day of Victory, in Songs.
* Look: the beautiful Daughter of Albion sits naked upon the Stone
* Her panting Victim beside her: her heart is drunk with blood
* Tho her brain is not drunk with wine: she goes forth from Albion
* In pride of beauty: in cruelty of holiness: in the brightness
* 15 Of her tabernacle, & her ark & secret place, the beautiful Daughter
* Of Albion, delights the eyes of the Kings. their hearts & the
* Hearts of their Warriors glow hot before Thor & Friga. O Molech!
* O Chemosh! O Bacchus! O Venus! O Double God of Generation
* The Heavens are cut like a mantle around from the Cliffs of Albion
* 20 Across Europe; across Africa; in howlings & deadly War
* A sheet & veil & curtain of blood is let down from Heaven
* Across the hills of Ephraim & down Mount Olivet to
* The Valley of the Jebusite: Molech rejoices in heaven
* He sees the Twelve Daughters naked upon the Twelve Stones
* 25 Themselves condensing to rocks & into the Ribs of a Man
* Lo they shoot forth in tender Nerves across Europe & Asia
* Lo they rest upon the Tribes, where their panting Victims lie
* Molech rushes into the Kings in love to the beautiful Daughters
* But they frown & delight in cruelty, refusing all other joy
* 30 Bring your Offerings, your first begotten: pamperd with milk & blood
* Your first born of seven years old: be they Males or Females:
* To the beautiful Daughters of Albion! they sport before the Kings
* Clothed in the skin Of the Victim! blood! human blood! is the life
* And delightful food of the Warrior: the well fed Warriors flesh
* 35 Of him who is slain in War: fills the Valleys of Ephraim with
* Breeding Women walking in pride & bringing forth under green trees
* With pleasure, without pain, for their food is. blood of the Captive
* Molech rejoices thro the Land from Havilah to Shur: he rejoices
* In moral law & its severe penalties: loud Shaddai & Jehovah
* 40 Thunder above: when they see the Twelve panting Victims
* On the Twelve Stones of Power, & the beautiful Daughters of Albion
* If you dare rend their Veil with your Spear; you are healed of Love!
* From the Hills of Camberwell & Wimbledon: from the Valleys
* Of Walton & Esher: from Stone-henge & from Maldens Cove
* 45 Jerusalems Pillars fall in the rendings of fierce War
* Over France & Germany: upon the Rhine & Danube
* Reuben & Benjamin flee; they hide in the Valley of Rephaim
* Why trembles the Warriors limbs when he beholds thy beauty
* Spotted with Victims blood: by the fires of thy secret tabernacle
* 50 And thy ark & holy place: at thy frowns: at thy dire revenge
* Smitten as Uzzah of old: his armour is softend; his spear
* And sword faint in his hand, from Albion across Great Tartary
* O beautiful Daughter of Albion: cruelty is thy delight
* O Virgin of terrible eyes, who dwellest by Valleys of springs
* 55 Beneath the Mountains of Lebanon, in the City of Rehob in Hamath
* Taught to touch the harp: to dance in the Circle of Warriors
* Before the Kings of Canaan: to cut the flesh from the Victim
* To roast the flesh in fire: to examine the Infants limbs
* In cruelties of holiness: to refuse the joys of love: to bring
* 60 The Spies from Egypt, to raise jealousy in the bosoms of the Twelve
* Kings of Canaan: then to let the Spies depart to Meribah Kadesh
* To the place of the Amalekite; I am drunk with unsatiated love
* I must rush again to War: for the Virgin has frownd & refusd
* Sometimes I curse & sometimes bless thy fascinating beauty
* 65 Once Man was occupied in intellectual pleasures & energies
* But now my soul is harrowd with grief & fear & love & desire
* And now I hate & now I love & Intellect is no more:
* There is no time for any thing but the torments of love & desire
* The Feminine & Masculine Shadows soft, mild & ever varying
* 70 In beauty: are Shadows now no more, but Rocks in Horeb