seen, with astonishment. (" Milton," p. 11, 1. 31.) Everything
(including Satan) has two aspects.
An angel attempting to show the poet his eternal lot, takes
him through a stable (place of tame instruction), a church (of
restraint), its nether vault (of buried passion), to a mill, — type
of the grinding of reason in analysis, or argument of law in
nature. Mental darkness as of a cave succeeds, and finally
the mere blank, such as nature without a spark of humanity is,
or as reason without a fragment of poetry. The roots of trees
are here, the nether parts of vegetation, the humblest form of
blind, life. Below this is nothing conceivable to which the mind
can lend existence. Here the imagination pauses. Blake
proposes to pass to the void in search of Grod. Six stages of
descent have been gone through. What of the seventh ?
The first of the six was a stage of servitude, the next of
moral restraint, and so onwards in emphasis of oppression.
Blake, who always preached liberty, prepares us for a picture
of the vision seen in the void where presently in accordance
with the proverb that " standing water breeds reptiles of the
mind," between the spider-web rays of the black sun, abhorrent
creatures prey on one another. Between the black and white
spiders, the poet's lot is cast by his guide. We half see an
allusion to the fact that his poetry lies between the black and
white lines in which it is written, for we have not forgotten
that we but lately heard of men who "took the form of
books." If this be the true meaning, there will break out from
between the lines a view of diabolic poetry as it appears to a
timid angel.
This happens. Cloud and fire burst from the place where
the poet's lot is cast. Tempest, and nether deep darken from
it. The old serpent, nature and its impulses, swims the
mental tempest in a horrible form. Green and purple, not the
colours as in ordinary poetry of jealousy and tyranny, are on
his forehead as on a tiger's, — the figurative tiger of wrath.
They are the hues of instinctive growth and passionate
blood.
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