Poem Hunter
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)


Poem By William Blake

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 chariot 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.

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Comments (6)

What a call for desiring godliness!
It's not a sonnet! (but I have to use at least 20 characters to say so)
Isn't this just perfectly written? William Blake is a master poet, is he not?
This poem read with interest and likes very much.A green and pleasant land much interested.
Emerson, Lake & Palmer set this poem to music, and the result began their popular 1973 album 'Brain Salad Surgery'. A live version appeared on 'Welcome Back My Friends...' the next year. And hey! I won't be 53 until November! You'd think it wouldn't be too hard for their server to compute that.