# Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 80

Written and etched 1804-1820. Source: Blake: The Complete Poetry & Prose (David. V. Erdman) In the internet: www.blakearchive.org
* PLATE 80
* Encompassd by the frozen Net and by the rooted Tree
* I walk weeping in pangs of a Mothers torment for her Children:
* I walk in affliction: I am a worm, and no living soul!
* A worm going to eternal torment! raisd up in a night
* 5 To an eternal night of pain, lost! lost! lost! for ever!
* Beside her Vala howld upon the winds in pride of beauty
* Lamenting among the timbrels of the Warriors: among the Captives
* In cruel holiness, and her lamenting songs were from Arnon
* And Jordan to Euphrates. Jerusalem followd trembling
* 10 Her children in captivity. listening to Valas lamentation
* In the thick cloud & darkness. & the voice went forth from
* The cloud. O rent in sunder from Jerusalem the Harlot daughter!
* In an eternal condemnation in fierce burning flames
* Of torment unendurable: and if once a Delusion be found
* 15 Woman must perish & the Heavens of Heavens remain no more
* My Father gave to me command to murder Albion
* In unreviving Death; my Love, my Luvah orderd me in night
* To murder Albion the King of Men. he fought in battles fierce
* He conquerd Luvah my beloved: he took me and my Father
* 20 He slew them: I revived them to life in my warm bosom
* He saw them issue from my bosom, dark in Jealousy
* He burnd before me: Luvah framd the Knife & Luvah gave
* The Knife into his daughters hand! such thing was never known
* Before in Albions land, that one should die a death never to be reviv'd!
* 25 For in our battles we the Slain men view with pity and love:
* We soon revive them in the secret of our tabernacles
* But I Vala, Luvahs daughter, keep his body embalmd in moral laws
* With spices of sweet odours of lovely jealous stupefaction:
* Within my bosom, lest he arise to life & slay my Luvah
* 30 Pity me then O Lamb of God! O Jesus pity me!
* Come into Luvahs Tents, and seek not to revive the Dead!
* So sang she: and the Spindle turnd furious as she sang:
* The Children of Jerusalem the Souls of those who sleep
* Were caught into the flax of her Distaff, & in her Cloud
* 35 To weave Jerusalem a body according to her will
* A Dragon form on Zion Hills most ancient promontory
* The Spindle turnd in blood & fire: loud sound the trumpets
* Of war: the cymbals play loud before the Captains
* With Cambel & Gwendolen in dance and solemn song
* 40 The Cloud of Rahab vibrating with the Daughters of Albion
* Los saw terrified, melted with pity & divided in wrath
* He sent them over the narrow seas in pity and love
* Among the Four Forests of Albion which overspread all the Earth
* They go forth & return swift as a flash of lightning.
* 45 Among the tribes of warriors: among the Stones of power!
* Against Jerusalem they rage thro all the Nations of Europe
* Thro Italy & Grecia, to Lebanon & Persia & India.
* The Serpent Temples thro the Earth, from the wide Plain of Salisbury
* Resound with cries of Victims, shouts & songs & dying groans
* 50 And flames of dusky fire, to Amalek, Canaan and Moab[.]
* And Rahab like a dismal and indefinite hovering Cloud
* Refusd to take a definite form. she hoverd over all the Earth
* Calling the definite, sin: defacing every definite form;
* Invisible, or Visible, stretch'd out in length or spread in breadth:
* 55 Over the Temples drinking groans of victims weeping in pity,
* And joying in the pity, howling over Jerusalems walls.
* Hand slept on Skiddaws top: drawn by the love of beautiful
* Cambel: his bright beaming Counterpart, divided from him
* And her delusive light beamd fierce above the Mountain,
* 60 Soft: invisible: drinking his sighs in sweet intoxication:
* Drawing out fibre by fibre: returning to Albions Tree
* At night: and in the morning to Skiddaw; she sent him over
* Mountainous Wales into the Loom of Cathedron fibre by fibre:
* He ran in tender nerves across Europe to Jerusalems Shade,
* 65 To weave Jerusalem a Body repugnant to the Lamb.
* Hyle on East Moor in rocky Derbyshire, rav'd to the Moon
* For Gwendolen: she took up in bitter tears his anguishd heart,
* That apparent to all in Eternity, glows like the Sun in the breast:
* She hid it in his ribs & back: she hid his tongue with teeth
* 70 In terrible convulsions pitying & gratified drunk with pity
* Glowing with loveliness before him, becoming apparent
* According to his changes: she roll'd his kidneys round
* Into two irregular forms: and looking on Albions dread Tree,
* She wove two vessels of seed, beautiful as Skiddaws snow;
* 75 Giving them bends of self interest & selfish natural virtue:
* She hid them in his loins; raving he ran among the rocks,
* Compelld into a shape of Moral Virtue against the Lamb.
* The invisible lovely one giving him a form according to
* His Law a form against the Lamb of God opposd to Mercy
* 80 And playing in the thunderous Loom in sweet intoxication
* Filling cups of silver & crystal with shrieks & cries, with groans
* And dolorous sobs: the wine of lovers in the Wine-press of Luvah
* O sister Cambel said Gwendolen, as their long beaming light
* Mingled above the Mountain[:] what shall we do to keep
* 85 These awful forms in our soft bands: distracted with trembling