The Book of Urizen

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CHAPTER IIn Eternity! Unknown, unprolific,Self-clos'd, all-repelling: what demonHath form'd this abominable void,This soul-shudd'ring vacuum? Some said"It is Urizen." But unknown, abstracted,Brooding, secret, the dark power hid.

##Space by space in his ninefold darkness,Unseen, unknown; changes appear'dLike desolate mountains, rifted furiousBy the black winds of perturbation.

##In unseen conflictions with shapesBred from his forsaken wildernessOf beast, bird, fish, serpent and element,Combustion, blast, vapour and cloud.

##Unseen in tormenting passions:An activity unknown and horrible,A self-contemplating shadow,In enormous labours occupied.

##Age on ages he lay, clos'd, unknown,Brooding shut in the deep; all avoidThe petrific, abominable chaos.

##Prepar'd; his ten thousands of thunders,Rang'd in gloom'd array, stretch out acrossThe dread world; and the rolling of wheels,As of swelling seas, sound in his clouds,In his hills of stor'd snows, in his mountainsOf hail and ice; voices of terrorAre heard, like thunders of autumnWhen the cloud blazes over the harvests.

© William Blake