Dark Satanic Mill

William Blake died on the 12th August 1827; quite by chance the anniversary of his death is the day I'm writing this while catching up with backblips. Nice stroll round the mill grounds then evening hospital appointment for a kidney scan. There will soon be no part of my body unprobed and untested.

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?

And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic Mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my charriot of fire!

I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.