Thursday, May 13, 2010

On the shadows of the moon, climbing thro nights highest noon

I rent the Veil where the Dead dwell
When weary Man enters his Cave
He meets his Saviour in the Grave
Some find a Female Garment there
And some a Male woven with care
Lest the Sexual Garments sweet
Should grow a devouring Winding sheet.

William Blake, The Keys of the Gates.