Maxioms by William Blake
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark,
Deep-founded read more
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark,
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.
Tools were made and born with hands,
Every farmer understands.
Tools were made and born with hands,
Every farmer understands.
If a thing loves, it is infinite.
If a thing loves, it is infinite.
God appears, and God is Light, To those poor souls who dwell in Night; But does a Human Form read more
God appears, and God is Light, To those poor souls who dwell in Night; But does a Human Form display To those who dwell in realms of Day.
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
