The First Book of Urizen - William Blake - Bog

1. Ages on ages roll'd over him; In stony sleep ages roll'd over him, Like a dark waste stretching, changeable, By earthquakes riv'n, belching sullen fires: On ages roll'd ages in ghastly Sick torment; around him in whirlwinds Of darkness the Eternal Prophet howl'd, Beating still on his rivets of iron, Pouring solder of iron; dividing .