名人诗歌|The Song of the Shadowy Female

My Garments shall be woven of sighs and heart-broken lamentations：

The misery^{1 of unhappy Families shall be drawn2 out into its border，}

Wrought^{3 with the needle， with dire4 sufferings， poverty， pain， and woe5，}

Along the rocky Island and thence throughout the whole Earth.

There shall be the sick Father and his starving Family； there

The Prisoner in the stone Dungeon^{6， and the Slave at the Mill.}

I will have writings written all over it in Human words，

That every Infant that is born upon the Earth shall read

And get by rote^{7， as a hard task of a life of sixty years.}

I will have Kings inwoven upon it， and Counsellors and Mighty^{8 Men：}

The Famine shall clasp it together with buckles^{9 and clasps，}

And the Pestilence^{10 shall be its fringe， and the War its girdle；}

To pide into Rahab and Tirzah， that Milton may come to our tents.

For I will put on the Human Form， and take the Image of God，

Even Pity and Humanity； but my clothing shall be Cruelty.

And I will put on Holiness as a breastplate and as a helmet.

And all my ornaments^{11 shall be of the gold of broken hearts，}

And the precious stones of anxiety and care， and desperation and death，

And repentance^{12 for sin， and sorrow， and punishment and fear；}

To defend me from thy terrors， O Orc！ my only belovd！