When Klopstock England defied, <br />Uprose William Blake in his pride; <br />For old Nobodaddy aloft <br />. . . and belch'd and cough'd; <br />Then swore a great oath that made Heaven quake, <br />And call'd aloud to English Blake. <br />Blake was giving his body ease, <br />At Lambeth beneath the poplar trees. <br />From his seat then started he <br />And turn'd him round three times three. <br />The moon at that sight blush'd scarlet red, <br />The stars threw down their cups and fled, <br />And all the devils that were in hell, <br /> <br />Answerèd with a ninefold yell. <br />Klopstock felt the intripled turn, <br />And all his bowels began to churn, <br />And his bowels turn'd round three times three, <br />And lock'd in his soul with a ninefold key; . . . <br />Then again old Nobodaddy swore <br />He ne'er had seen such a thing before, <br />Since Noah was shut in the ark, <br />Since Eve first chose her hellfire spark, <br />Since 'twas the fashion to go naked, <br />Since the old Anything was created . . .<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-klopstock-england-defied/
