And did those feet in ancient time <br /> Walk upon England's mountains green? <br /> And was the holy Lamb of God <br /> On England's pleasant pastures seen? <br /> <br /> And did the Countenance Divine <br /> Shine forth upon our clouded hills? <br /> And was Jerusalem builded here <br /> Among these dark Satanic mills? <br /> <br /> Bring me my bow of burning gold: <br /> Bring me my arrows of desire: <br /> Bring me my spear: O clouds unfold! <br /> Bring me my chariot of fire. <br /> <br /> I will not cease from mental fight, <br /> Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand <br /> Till we have built Jerusalem <br /> In England's green and pleasant land.<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/milton-and-did-those-feet-in-ancient-time/
