Albion upon the Rock

    Beneath the Furnaces and the Starry¹ Wheels and the Immortal² Tomb；

    Howling winds cover him； roaring seas dash furious against him；

    In the deep darkness broad lightnings glare， long thunders roll.

    The weeds of Death enwrap his hands and feet， blown incessant³，

    And wash'd incessant by the for-ever restless sea-waves， foaming⁴ abroad

    Upon the white Rock. England， a Female Shadow， as deadly damps

    Of the Mines of Cornwall and Derbyshire， lays upon his bosom⁵ heavy，

    Movèd by the wind in volumes of thick cloud returning， folding round

    His loins and bosom， unremovable by swelling⁶ storms and loud rending⁷

    Of enragèd thunders. Around them the Starry Wheels of their Giant Sons

    Revolve⁸， and over them the Furnaces of Los and the Immortal Tomb， around，

    Erin sitting in the Tomb， to watch them unceasing night and day：

    And the Body of Albion was closèd apart from all Nations.

    Over them the famish'd Eagle screams on bony wings， and around

    Them howls the Wolf of famine； deep heaves the Ocean， black， thundering

    Around the wormy Garments of Albion， then pausing in deathlike silence.

    Time was Finishèd！