The First Book of Urizen

by William Blake


2. Los awoke her. O sorrow & pain!
A tight'ning girdle grew
Around his bosom. ln sobbings
He burst the girdle in twain;
But still another girdle
Oppress'd his bosom. In sobbings
Again he burst it. Again
Another girdle succeeds.
The girdle was form'd by day,
By night was burst in twain.

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