THE BOOK OF LOS
(1795)

I

1.Eno, aged Mother,

Who the chariot of Leutha guides

Since the day of thunders in old time,
 

2.Sitting beneath the eternal Oak

Trembled and shook the steadfast Earth,

And thus her speech broke forth:
 

3.“0 Times remote!

When Love & Joy were adoration,

And none impure were deem’d:

Not Eyeless Covet,

Nor Thin-lip’d Envy,

Nor Bristled Wrath,

Nor Curled Wantonness;
 

4.”But Covet was poured full,

Envy fed with fat of lambs,

Wrath with lion’s gore,

Wantonness lull’d to sleep

With the virgin’s lute

Or sated with her love;
 

5.“Till Covet broke his locks 6: ban

And slept with open doors; Envy sung at the rich man’s feast;

Wrath was follow’d up and down

By a little ewe lamb,

And Wantonness on his own true love

Begot a giant race.”
 

6.Raging furious, the flames of desire

Ran thro’ heaven & earth, living flames

Intelligent, organix‘d, arm’d

With destruction & plagues. In the midst

The Eternal Prophet, bound in a chain,

Compell’d to watch Urizen’s shadow,
 

7.Rag’d with curses & sparkles of fury:

Round the flames roll, as Los hurls his chains,

Mounting up from his fury, condens’d,

Rolling round & round, mounting on high

Into vacuum, into non-entity

Where nothing was; dashed wide apart,

His feet stamp the eternal fierce-raging

Rivers of wide flame; they roll round

And round on all sides, making their way

Into darkness and shadowy obscurity.
 

8.Wide apart stood the fires: Los remain’d

In the void between fire and fire:

In trembling and horror they beheld him;

They stood wide apart, driv’n by his hands

And his feet, which the nether abyss

Stamp’d in fury and hot indignation.
 

9.But no light from the fires! all was

Darkness round Los: heat was not; for bound up

Into fiery spheres from his fury,

The gigantic flames trembled and hid.
 

10.Coldness, darkness, obstruction, a Solid

Without fluctuation, hard as adamant,

Black as marble of Egypt, impenetrable,

Bound in the fierce raging Immortal;

And the seperated fires froze in:

A vast solid without fluctuation

Bound in his expanding clear senses.

II

1.The Immortal stood frozen amidst The vast rock of eternity times And times, a night of vast durance, Impatient, stifled, stiffen‘d, hard’ned;
 

2.Till impatience no longer could bear

The hard bondage: rent, rent, the vast solid,

With a crash from immense to immense,
 

3.Cracked across into numberless fragments.

The Prophetic wrath, strugling for vent,

Hurls apart, stamping furious to dust

And crumbling with bursting sobs, heaves

The black marble on high into fragments.
 

4.Hurl’d apart on all sides as a falling

Rock, the innumerable fragments away

Fell asunder; and horrible vacuum

Beneath him, & on all sides round,
 

5.Falling, falling, Los fell & fell,

Sunk precipitant, heavy, down, down,

Times on times, night on night, day on day—

Truth has bounds, Error none—falling, falling,

Years on years, and ages on ages

Still he fell thro’ the void, still a void

Found for falling, day & night without end;

For tho’ day or night was not, their spaces

Were measur’d by his incessant whirls

In the horrid vacuity bottomless.
 

6.The Immortal revolving, indignant,

First in wrath threw his limbs like the babe

New born into our world: wrath subsided,

And contemplative thoughts first arose;

Then aloft his head rear’d in the Abyss

And his downward-borne fall chang’d oblique
 

7.Many ages of groans, till there grew

Branchy forms organizing the Human

Into finite inflexible organs;
 

8.Till in process from falling he bore

Sidelong on the purple air, wafting

The weak breeze in efforts o‘erwearied.
 

9.Incessant the falling Mind labour’d,

Organizing itself, till the Vacuum

Became element, pliant to rise

Or to fall or to swim or to fly,

With ease searching the dire vacuity.

III

1.The Lungs heave incessant, dull, and heavy;

For as yet were all other parts formless,

Shiv‘ring, clinging around like a cloud,

Dim & glutinous as the white Polypus

Driv’n by waves & englob’d on the tide.
 

2.And the unformed part crav’d repose;

Sleep began; the Lungs heave on the wave:

Weary, overweigh’d, sinking beneath

In a stifling black fluid, he woke.
 

3.He arose on the waters; but soon

Heavy falling, his organs like roots

Shooting out from the seed, shot beneath,

And a vast world of waters around him

In furious torrents began.
 

4.Then he sunk, & around his spent Lungs

Began intricate pipes that drew in

The spawn of the waters, Outbranching

An immense Fibrous Form, stretching out

Thro’ the bottoms of immensity raging.
 

5.He rose on the floods; then he smote

The wild deep with his terrible wrath,

Seperating the heavy and thin.
 

6.Down the heavy sunk, cleaving around

To the fragments of solid: up rose

The thin, flowing round the fierce fires

That glow’d furious in the expanse.

IV

1.Then Light first began: from the fires,

Beams, conducted by fluid so pure,

Flow’d around the Immense. Los beheld

Forthwith, writhing upon the dark void,

The Back bone of Urizen appear

Hurtling upon the wind

Like a serpent! like an iron chain

Whirling about in the Deep.
 

2.Upfolding his Fibres together

To a Form of impregnable strength,

Los, astonish’d and terrified, built

Furnaces; he formed an Anvil,

A Hammer of adamant: then began

The binding of Urizen day and night.
 

3.Circling round the dark Demon with bowlings,

Dismay & sharp blightings, the Prophet-Of

Eternity beat on his iron links.
 

4.And first from those infinite fires,

The light that flow’d down on the winds

He siez‘d, beating incessant, condensing

The subtil particles in an Orb.
 

5.Roaring indignant, the bright sparks

Endur’d the vast Hammer; but unwearied

Los beat on the Anvil, till glorious

An immense Orb of fire he fram’d.
 

6.Oft he quench’d it beneath in the Deeps,

Then survey’d the all bright mass, Again

Siezing fires from the terrific Orbs,

He heated the round Globe, then beat,

While, roaring, his Furnaces endur’d

The chain’d Orb in their infinite wombs
.
 

7.Nine ages completed their circles

When Los heated the glowing mass, casting

It down into the Deeps: the Deeps fled

Away in redounding smoke: the Sun

Stood self-balanc’d. And Los smil’d with joy.

He the vast Spine of Urizen siez’d,

And bound down to the glowing illusion.
 

8.But no light! for the Deep fled away

On all sides, and left an unform’d

Dark vacuity: here Urizen lay

In fierce torments on his glowing bed;
 

9.Till his Brain in a rock & his Heart

In a fleshy slough formed four rivers

Obscuring the immense Orb of fire

Flowing down into night: till a Form

Was completed, a Human Illusion

In darkness and deep clouds involv’d.
THE END OF THE BOOK OF LOS