The poetical works of William Blake… (1905)
“ Then, laden with eternal fate, dost go Down, like a falling star, from autumn sky, 25 And o'er the surface of the silent deep dost fly: If thou arrivest at the sandy shore Where nought but envious hissing adders dwell, Thy golden rod, thrown on the dusty floor. Can charm to harmony with potent spell. 30 Such is sweet Eloquence, that does dispel Envy and Hate that thirst for human gore; And cause in sweet society to dwell Vile savage minds that lurk in lonely cell. O Mercury, assist my lab'ring sense 35 That round the circle of the world wou'd fly. ”
