The Book of Thel
O Thou who passest thro’ our vallies in
Thy Chariot of the Sun!
Crowned with the glow of light,
Thou who dost own infinite delight.
As I thy path pursue,
All heaven truth, I see in You!
The sun, my love’s paw,
The golden flower, the wintry dew.
O life alive!
In darkness the mainstream flows;
All things cower!
Little cherub in bow!
O Thou who passest thro’ our vallies in
Your adamantine bright!
William Blake
- William Blake