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/jerusalem/
