William Blake (Уильям Блейк)

To the Accuser Who Is the God of This World

Truly, my Satan, thou art but a Dunce,
And dost not know the Garment of the Man.
Every Harlot was a Virgin once,
Nor canst thou ever change Kate into Nan.

Tho’ thou art Worship’d by the Names Divine
Of Jesus and Jehovah, thou are still
The Son of Morn in weary Night’s decline,
The lost Traveller’s Dream under the Hill.

1. Songs of Experience. The Little Girl Found
2. Songs of Experience. The Sick Rose
3. A Divine Image
4. Epigram
5. Eternity

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