Daughters of Beulah! Muses who inspire the Poet's Song, <br />Record the journey of immortal Milton thro' your realms <br />Of terror and mild moony lustre, in soft Sexual delusions <br />Of varièd beauty, to delight the wanderer, and repose <br />His burning thirst and freezing hunger! Come into my hand, <br />By your mild power descending down the nerves of my right arm <br />From out the portals of my Brain, where by your ministry <br />The Eternal Great Humanity Divine planted His Paradise, <br />And in it caus'd the Spectres of the Dead to take sweet form <br />In likeness of Himself. Tell also of the False Tongue, vegetated <br />Beneath your land of Shadows, of its sacrifices and <br />Its offerings; even till Jesus, the image of the Invisible God, <br />Became its prey; a curse, an offering, and an atonement <br />For Death Eternal, in the Heavens of Albion, and before the Gates <br />Of Jerusalem his Emanation, in the Heavens beneath Beulah!<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-invocation/
