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And why it scatters its bright beauty thro the humid air.
Descend O little cloud & hover before the eyes of Thel.

The Cloud descended and the Lily bowd her modest head:
And went to mind her numerous charge among the verdant grass.

II.
O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me

Why thou complainest now when in one hour thou fade away:
Then we shall seek thee but not find: ah Thel is like to thee.

I pass away, yet I complain, and no one hears my voice.
The Cloud then shewd his golden head & his bright form emerg'd.

Hovering and glittering on the air before the face of Thel.
O virgin know'st thou not our steeds drink of the golden springs

Where Luvah doth renew his horses: lookst thou on my youth.
And fearest thou because I vanish and am seen no more.

Nothing remains; O maid I tell thee, when I pass away.
It is to tenfold life, to love, to peace, and raptures holy:

Unseen descending, weigh my light wings upon balmy flowers:
And court the fair eyed dew, to take me to her shining tent

The weepingvirgin, trembling kneels before the risen sun.
Till we arise link'd in a golden band and never part:

But walk united bearing food to all our tender flowers.
Dost thou O little cloud? I fear that I am not like thee:

For I walk through the vales of Har, and smell the sweetest flowers:
But I feed not the little flowers: I hear the warbling birds,

But I feed not the warbling birds, they fly and seek their food:
But Thel delights in these no more because I fade away

And all shall say, without a use this shining women liv'd,
Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.

The Cloud reclind upon his airy throne and answerd thus.
Then if thou art the food of worms, O virgin of the skies,

How great thy use, how great thy blessing, every thing that lives.
Lives not alone nor or itself: fear not and I will call,

The weak worm from its lowly bed, and thou shalt hear its voice.
Come forth worm and the silent valley, to thy pensive queen.

The helpless worm arose and sat upon the Lillys leaf,
And the bright Cloud saild on, to find his partner in the vale.

III.
Then Thel astonish'd view'd the Worm upon its dewy bed.

Art thou a Worm? image of weakness. art thou but a Worm?
I see thee like an infant wrapped in the Lillys leaf;

Ah weep not little voice, thou can'st not speak, but thou can'st weep:
Is this a Worm? I see they lay helpless & naked: weeping

And none to answer, none to cherish thee with mothers smiles.
The Clod of Clay heard the Worms voice & rais'd her pitying head:

She bowd over the weepinginfant, and her life exhald
In milky fondness, then on Thel she fix'd her humble eyes

O beauty of the vales of Har, we live not for ourselves,
Thou seest me the meanest thing, and so I am indeed:

My bosom of itself is cold, and of itself is dark,
But he that loves the lowly, pours his oil upon my head

And kisses me, and binds his nuptial bands around my breast.
And says; Thou mother of my children, I have loved thee

And I have given thee a crown that none can take away.
But how this is sweet maid, I know not, and I cannot know

I ponder, and I cannot ponder; yet I live and love.
The daughter of beauty wip'd her pitying tears with her white veil,

And said, Alas! I knew not this, and therefore did I weep:
That God would love a Worm I knew, and punish the evil foot

That wilful bruis'd its helpless form: but that he cherish'd it
With milk and oil I never knew, and therefore did I weep,

And I complaind in the mild air, because I fade away.
And lay me down in thy cold bed, and leave my shining lot.

Queen of the vales, the matron Clay answered: I heard thy sighs.
And all thy moans flew o'er my roof, but I have call'd them down:

Wilt thou O Queen enter my house, tis given thee to enter,
And to return: fear nothing, enter with thy virgin feet.

IV.
The eternal gates terrificporter lifted the northern bar:

Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown;
She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots

Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists:
A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.

She wandered in the land of clouds thro' valleys dark, listning
Dolors & lamentations: waiting oft beside the dewy grave

She stood in silence, listning to the voices of the ground,
Till to her own grave plot she came, & there she sat down.

And heard this voice of sorrow breathed from the hollow pit.
Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own destruction?

Or the glistening Eye to the poison of a smile!
Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn,

Where a thousand fighting men in ambush lie!
Or an Eye of gifts & graces showring fruits & coined gold!

Why a Tongue impress'd with honey from every wind?
Why an Ear, a whirlpool fierce to draw creations in?

Why a Nostril wide inhaling terror trembling & affright
Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy?

Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire?
The Virgin started from her seat, & with a shriek,

Fled back unhinderd till she came into the vales of Har
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