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Plate 87, Copy E
Enion seems to be the character who carried the burden of the separation and descent more than any other. She had lost her connection with the inner world when she became alienated from Tharmas. Her children withdrew from her and formed from her substance a world she could not enter. Her response was to speak laments which articulated the condition of humanity in a world without consciousness of Eternity.
Four Zoas, Night I, Page 4, (E 301) "Begin with Tharmas Parent power. darkning in the West Lost! Lost! Lost! are my Emanations Enion O Enion We are become a Victim to the Living We hide in secret I have hidden Jerusalem in Silent Contrition O Pity Me I will build thee a Labyrinth also O pity me O Enion Why hast thou taken sweet Jerusalem from my inmost Soul Let her Lay secret in the Soft recess of darkness & silence It is not Love I bear to [Jerusalem] It is Pity She hath taken refuge in my bosom & I cannot cast her out. The Men have recieved their death wounds & their Emanations are fled To me for refuge & I cannot turn them out for Pitys sake
Enion said--Thy fear has made me tremble thy terrors have surrounded me All Love is lost Terror succeeds & Hatred instead of Love And stern demands of Right & Duty instead of Liberty. Once thou wast to Me the loveliest son of heaven--But now Why art thou Terrible and yet I love thee in thy terror till I am almost Extinct & soon shall be a Shadow in Oblivion Unless some way can be found that I may look upon thee & live Hide me some Shadowy semblance. secret whispring in my Ear In secret of soft wings. in mazes of delusive beauty I have lookd into the secret soul of him I lovd And in the Dark recesses found Sin & cannot return Trembling & pale sat Tharmas weeping in his clouds"
Four Zoas, Night I, PAGE 8, (E 304) "Till with fierce pain she brought forth on the rocks her sorrow & woe Behold two little Infants wept upon the desolate wind. The first state weeping they began & helpless as a wave Beaten along its sightless way growing enormous in its motion to Its utmost goal, till strength from Enion like richest summer shining Raisd the bright boy & girl with glories from their heads out beaming Drawing forth drooping mothers pity drooping mothers sorrow They sulk upon her breast her hair became like snow on mountains Weaker & weaker, weeping woful, wearier and wearier Faded & her bright Eyes decayd melted with pity & love Page 9 And then they wanderd far away she sought for them in vain In weeping blindness stumbling she followd them oer rocks & mountains Rehumanizing from the Spectre in pangs of maternal love Ingrate they wanderd scorning her drawing her Spectrous Life Repelling her away & away by a dread repulsive power Into Non Entity revolving round in dark despair. And drawing in the Spectrous life in pride and haughty joy Thus Enion gave them all her spectrous life Then Eno a daughter of Beulah took a Moment of Time And drew it out to Seven thousand years with much care & affliction And many tears & in Every year made windows into Eden She also took an atom of space & opend its center Into Infinitude & ornamented it with wondrous art Astonishd sat her Sisters of Beulah to see her soft affections To Enion & her children & they ponderd these things wondring And they Alternate kept watch over the Youthful terrors They saw not yet the Hand Divine for it was not yet reveald But they went on in Silent Hope & Feminine repose But Los & Enitharmon delighted in the Moony spaces of Eno"
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Four Zoas, Night VIII, PAGE 114 , (E 385) "He touches the remotest pole & in the Center weeps That Man should Labour & sorrow & learn & forget & return To the dark valley whence he came to begin his labours anew In pain he sighs in pain he labours in his universe Screaming in birds over the deep & howling in the Wolf Over the slain & moaning in the cattle & in the winds And weeping over Orc & Urizen in clouds & flaming fires And in the cries of birth & in the groans of death his voice Is heard throughout the Universe whereever a grass grows Or a leaf buds The Eternal Man is seen is heard is felt And all his Sorrows till he reassumes his ancient bliss Such are the words of Ahania & Enion. Los hears & weeps"