WILLIAM BLAKE’S THE CRYSTAL CABINET

The maiden caught me in the wild,

Where I was dancing merrily;

She put me into her cabinet,

And lock’d me up with a golden key.

This cabinet is form’d of gold

And pearl and crystal shining bright,

And within it opens into a world

And a little lovely moony night.

Another England there I saw,

Another London with its Tower,

Another Thames and other hills,

And Another pleasant surrey bower,

Another Maiden like herself,

Translucent, lovely, shining clear,

Three fold each in the other clos’d-

O, what a pleasant trembling fear!

O, what a smile! a threefold  smile

Fill’d me, that like a flame I burn’d;

I bent to kiss the lovely maid,

And found a threefold kiss return’d.

I strove to seize the inmost form

With ardour fierce and hands of flame,

But burst the crystal cabinet,

And like a weeping Babe became-

A weeping Babe upon the wild,

And weeping woman pale reclin’d,

And in the outward air again

I fill’d with woes the passing wind.