Preludium
to the
First Book of Urizen
Of the primeval Priest's 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, and fear not
To unfold your dark visions of torment.
