Of the primeval Priests assum'd power,
When Eternals spurn'd back his religion;
And gave him a place in the north,
Obscure, shadowy, void, solitary.
Eternals I hear your call gladly,
Dictate swift winged words, & fear not
To unfold your dark visions of torment.
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Comments1Wow, This poem by William Blake is so deep and meaningful but kinda hard to understand. I'm just a student trying to get my homework done. I guess poetry needs deeper thinking then I thought.