名人诗歌|The Invocation

Record the journey of immortal^{2 Milton thro' your realms}

Of terror and mild moony lustre^{3， in soft Sexual delusions4}

Of varid beauty， to delight the wanderer， and repose⁵

His burning thirst and freezing hunger！ Come into my hand，

By your mild power descending^{6 down the nerves of my right arm}

From out the portals of my Brain， where by your ministry⁷

The Eternal Great Humanity Divine planted His Paradise，

And in it caus'd the Spectres of the Dead to take sweet form

In likeness^{8 of Himself. Tell also of the False Tongue， vegetated9}

Beneath your land of Shadows， of its sacrifices and

Its offerings； even till Jesus， the image of the Invisible God，

Became its prey^{10； a curse， an offering， and an atonement}

For Death Eternal， in the Heavens of Albion， and before the Gates

Of Jerusalem his Emanation， in the Heavens beneath Beulah！