In a horrible, dreamful slumber,
Like the linked infernal chain,
A vast Spine writh’d in torment
Upon the winds, shooting pain’d
Ribs, like a bending cavern;
And bones of solidness froze
Over all his nerves of joy.
And a first Age passed over,
And a state of dismal woe
https://borg-works.com/2015/06/09/urizen-after-william-blakes-story-of-urizen/
— Lees op borg-works.com/2015/06/09/urizen-after-william-blakes-story-of-urizen/
