Wherefore hast thou shut me into the winter of human life
And closed up the sweet regions of youth and virgin innocence
Where we live forgetting error, not pondering on evil:
Among my lambs and brooks of water, among my warbling birds,
Where we delight in innocence before the face of the Lamb,
Going in and out before him in his love and sweet affection?
Vala replied weeping and trembling, hiding in her veil.
When winter rends the hungry family and the snow falls
Upon the ways of men, hiding the paths of man and beast,
Then mourns the wanderer: then he repents his wanderings and eyes
The distant forest; then the slave groans in the dungeon of stone,
The captive in the mill of the stranger sold for scanty hire:
They view their former life: they number moments over and over
Stringing them on their remembrance as on a thread of sorrow.
Imagination [is] the real and eternal world, of which this vegetable
universe is but a faint shadow: and in which we shall live, in our
eternal or imaginative bodies, when these vegetable mortal bodies
are no more.
It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.
Without forgiveness of sin, Love itself is eternal Death.
O Albion! why didst thou a female will create?
Negations are not contraries. Contraries mutually exist.
But negations exist not; exceptions, objections, unbelief,
Exist not; nor shall they ever be organized for ever and ever.