Sunday, September 14, 2014

The Scoffers -- William Blake (1790)


 
Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau,             
            Mock on, mock on; 'tis all in vain;
You throw the sand against the wind
            And the wind blows it back again.
 
And every sand becomes a gem
Reflected in the beams divine;
Blown back, they blind the mocking eye,
But still in Israel's paths they shine.
 
The atoms of Democritus                                
And Newton's particles of light
Are sands upon the Red Sea shore,
Where Israel's tents do shine so bright.
 
 
 
 
 
 

1 comment:

  1. Glad you are digging the Blake.

    Let's have some Burns too, Scotland is getting topical lately.

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