# Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 82

Written and etched 1804-1820. Source: Blake: The Complete Poetry & Prose (David. V. Erdman) In the internet: www.blakearchive.org
* PLATE 82
* I have heard Jerusalems groans; from Valas cries & lamentations
* I gather our eternal fate: Outcasts from life and love:
* Unless we find a way to bind these awful Forms to our
* Embrace we shall perish annihilate, discoverd our Delusions.
* 5 Look I have wrought without delusion: Look! I have wept!
* And given soft milk mingled together with the spirits of flocks
* Of lambs and doves, mingled together in cups and dishes
* Of painted clay; the mighty Hyle is become a weeping infant;
* Soon shall the Spectres of the Dead follow my weaving threads.
* 10 The Twelve Daughters of Albion attentive listen in secret shades
* On Cambridge and Oxford beaming soft uniting with Rahabs cloud
* While Gwendolen spoke to Cambel turning soft the spinning reel:
* Or throwing the wingd shuttle; or drawing the cords with softest songs
* The golden cords of the Looms animate beneath their touches soft,
* 15 Along the Island white, among the Druid Temples, while Gwendolen
* Spoke to the Daughters of Albion standing on Skiddaws top.
* So saying she took a Falshood & hid it in her left hand:
* To entice her Sisters away to Babylon on Euphrates.
* And thus she closed her left hand and utterd her Falshood:
* 20 Forgetting that Falshood is prophetic, she hid her hand behind her,
* Upon her back behind her loins & thus utterd her Deceit.
* I heard Enitharmon say to Los: Let the Daughters of Albion
* Be scatterd abroad and let the name of Albion be forgotten:
* Divide them into three; name them Amalek Canaan & Moab:
* 25 Let Albion remain a desolation without an inhabitant:
* And let the Looms of Enitharmon & the Furnaces of Los
* Create Jerusalem, & Babylon & Egypt & Moab & Amalek,
* And Helle & Hesperia & Hindostan & China & Japan.
* But hide America, for a Curse an Altar of Victims & a Holy Place.
* 30 See Sisters Canaan is pleasant, Egypt is as the Garden of Eden:
* Babylon is our chief desire, Moab our bath in summer:
* Let us lead the stems of this Tree let us plant it before Jerusalem
* To judge the Friend of Sinners to death without the Veil:
* To cut her off from America, to close up her secret Ark:
* 35 And the fury of Man exhaust in War! Woman permanent remain
* See how the fires of our loins point eastward to Babylon
* Look. Hyle is become an infant Love: look! behold! see him lie!
* Upon my bosom. look! here is the lovely wayward form
* That gave me sweet delight by his torments beneath my Veil;
* 40 By the fruit of Albions Tree I have fed him with sweet milk
* By contentions of the mighty for Sacrifice of Captives;
* Humanity the Great Delusion: is changd to War & Sacrifice:
* I have naild his hands on Beth Rabbim & his [feet] on Heshbons Wall:
* O that I could live in his sight: O that I could bind him to my arm.
* 45 So saying: She drew aside her Veil from Mam-Tor to Dovedale
* Discovering her own perfect beauty to the Daughters of Albion
* And Hyle a winding Worm beneath [her Loom upon the scales.
* Hyle was become a winding Worm:] & not a weeping Infant.
* Trembling & pitying she screamd & fled upon the wind:
* 50 Hyle was a winding Worm and herself perfect in beauty:
* The desarts tremble at his wrath: they shrink themselves in fear.
* Cambel trembled with jealousy: she trembled! she envied!
* The envy ran thro Cathedrons Looms into the Heart
* Of mild Jerusalem, to destroy the Lamb of God. Jerusalem
* 55 Languishd upon Mount Olivet, East of mild Zions Hill.
* Los saw the envious blight above his Seventh Furnace
* On Londons Tower on the Thames: he drew Cambel in wrath,
* Into his thundering Bellows, heaving it for a loud blast!
* And with the blast of his Furnace upon fishy Billingsgate,
* 60 Beneath Albions fatal Tree, before the Gate of Los:
* Shewd her the fibres of her beloved to ameliorate
* The envy; loud she labourd in the Furnace of fire,
* To form the mighty form of Hand according to her will.
* In the Furnaces of Los & in the Wine-press treading day & night
* 65 Naked among the human clusters: bringing wine of anguish
* To feed the afflicted in the Furnaces: she minded not
* The raging flames, tho she returnd [consumd day after day
* A redning skeleton in howling woe:] instead of beauty
* Defo[r]mity: she gave her beauty to another: bearing abroad
* 70 Her struggling torment in her iron arms: and like a chain,
* Binding his wrists & ankles with the iron arms of love.
* Gwendolen saw the Infant in her siste[r]s arms; she howld
* Over the forests with bitter tears, and over the winding Worm
* Repentant: and she also in the eddying wind of Los's Bellows
* 75 Began her dolorous task of love in the Wine-press of Luvah
* To form the Worm into a form of love by tears & pain.
* The Sisters saw! trembling ran thro their Looms! soften[ing] mild
* Towards London: then they saw the Furna[c]es opend, & in tears
* Began to give their souls away in the Furna[c]es of affliction.
* 80 Los saw & was comforted at his Furnaces uttering thus his voice.
* I know I am Urthona keeper of the Gates of Heaven,
* And that I can at will expatiate in the Gardens of bliss;
* But pangs of love draw me down to my loins which are
* Become a fountain of veiny pipes: O Albion! my brother!