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        To Thomas Butts

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        To my friend Butts I write
             My first vision of light,
             On the yellow sands sitting.
             The sun was emitting
             His glorious beams
             From Heaven's high streams.
             Over sea, over land,
             My eyes did expand
             Into regions of air,
             Away from all care;
             Into regions of fire,
             Remote from desire;
             The light of the morning
             Heaven's mountains adorning:
             In particles bright,
             The jewels of light
             Distinct shone and clear.
             Amaz'd and in fear
             I each particle gazèd,
             Astonish'd, amazèd;
             For each was a Man
             Human-form'd. Swift I ran,
             For they beckon'd to me,
             Remote by the sea,
             Saying: `Each grain of sand,
             Every stone on the land,
             Each rock and each hill,
             Each fountain and rill,
             Each herb and each tree,
             Mountain, hill, earth, and sea,
             Cloud, meteor, and star,
             Are men seen afar.'
             I stood in the streams
             Of Heaven's bright beams,
             And saw Felpham sweet
             Beneath my bright feet,
             In soft Female charms;
             And in her fair arms
             My Shadow I knew,
             And my wife's Shadow too,
             And my sister, and friend.
             We like infants descend
             In our Shadows on earth,
             Like a weak mortal birth.
             My eyes, more and more,
             Like a sea without shore,
             Continue expanding,
             The Heavens commanding;
             Till the jewels of light,
             Heavenly men beaming bright,
             Appear'd as One Man,
             Who complacent began
             My limbs to enfold
             In His beams of bright gold;
             Like dross purg'd away
             All my mire and my clay.
             Soft consum'd in delight,
             In His bosom sun-bright
             I remain'd. Soft He smil'd,
             And I heard His voice mild,
             Saying: `This is My fold,
             O thou ram horn'd with gold,
             Who awakest from sleep
             On the sides of the deep.
             On the mountains around
             The roarings resound
             Of the lion and wolf,
             The loud sea, and deep gulf.
             These are guards of My fold,
             O thou ram horn'd with gold!
             And the voice faded mild:
             I remain'd as a child;
             All I ever had known
             Before me bright shone:
             I saw you and your wife
             By the fountains of life.
             Such the vision to me
             Appear'd on the sea.