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 Rh O, I am weary ! lay thine hand upon me, or I faint. I faint beneath these beams of thine, For thou hast touched my five senses & they answer'd thee. Now I am nothing, & I sink And on the bed of solemn sleep till thou awakest me.

Ah ! how shall Urizen the King submit to this dark mansion ? Ah! how is this? Once on the heights I stretch'd my throne sublime. The mountains of Urizen, once of silver, where the sons of wisdom dwelt, And on whose tops the Virgins sang, are rocks of Desolation. My fountains, once the haunt of Swans, now breed the scaly tortoise, The houses of my harpers are become a haunt of crows, The gardens of wisdom are become a field of horrid graves, And on the bones I drop my tears, & water them in vain. Once how I walked from my palace in gardens of delight, The sons of wisdom stood around, the harpers follow'd with harps, Nine virgins cloth'd in light compos'd the song to their immortal voices. And at my banquets of new wine my head was crown'd with joy.