Four Zoas Manuscript
Four Zoas, Night VII, Page 88 , (E 361) "Tharmas laughd furious among the Banners clothd in blood Crying As I will I rend the Nations all asunder rending The People, vain their combinations I will scatter them But thou O Son whom I have crowned and inthrond thee Strong I will preserve tho Enemies arise around thee numberless I will command my winds & they shall scatter them or call Four Zoas, Night VII, PAGE 89 , (E 361) My Waters like a flood around thee fear not trust in me And I will give thee all the ends of heaven for thy possession In war shalt thou bear rule in blood shalt thou triumph for me Because in times of Everlasting I was rent in sunder And what I loved best was divided among my Enemies My little daughters were made captives & I saw them beaten With whips along the sultry sands. I heard those whom I lovd Crying in secret tents at night & in the morn compelld To labour & behold my heart sunk down beneath In sighs & sobbings all dividing till I was divided In twain & lo my Crystal form that lived in my bosom Followd her daughters to the fields of blood they left me naked Alone & they refusd to return from the fields of the mighty Therefore I will reward them as they have rewarded me I will divide them in my anger & thou O my King Shalt gather them from out their graves & put thy fetter on them And bind them to thee that my crystal form may come to me So cried the Demon of the Waters in the Clouds of Los Outstretchd upon the hills lay Enitharmon clouds & tempests Beat round her head all night all day she riots in Excess But night or day Los follows War & the dismal moon rolls over her That when Los warrd upon the South reflected the fierce fires Of his immortal head into the North upon faint Enitharmon Red rage the furies of fierce Orc black thunders roll round Los Flaming his head like the bright sun seen thro a mist that magnifies His disk into a terrible vision to the Eyes of trembling mortals And Enitharmon trembling & in fear utterd these words I put not any trust in thee nor in thy glittering scales Thy eyelids are a terror to me & the flaming of thy crest The rushing of thy Scales confound me thy hoarse rushing scales And if that Los had not built me a tower upon a rock I must have died in the dark desart among noxious worms How shall I flee how shall I flee into the tower of Los My feet are turned backward & my footsteps slide in clay And clouds are closd around my tower my arms labour in vain Does not the God of waters in the wracking Elements Love those who hate rewarding with hate the Loving Soul PAGE 90  And must not I obey the God thou Shadow of Jealousy I cry the watchman heareth not I pour my voice in roarings Watchman the night is thick & darkness cheats my rayie sight Lift up Lift up O Los awake my watchman for he sleepeth Lift up Lift up Shine forth O Light watchman thy light is out O Los unless thou keep my tower the Watchman will be slain So Enitharmon cried upon her terrible Earthy bed While the broad Oak wreathd his roots round her forcing his dark way Thro caves of death into Existence"
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Illustrations to Young's Night Thoughts
The image from Night Thoughts accompanying the text encourages us to stretch our imaginations to connect it to the words. A possible representation is of Jesus raising Lazarus. The picture would be a reminder that there is a means provided through which we can be helped to make the transition to spiritual consciousness. Enitharmon's plea is to her own inner sensitivity to a dimension of herself which can provide a passage out of the trap she is in. In Blake's system each aspect of the divided humanity must find its own way to reconnect with a unified and unifying consciousness.
Related images from Songs of Experience and There Is No Natural Religion.