The Breath Divine went forth over the morning hills. Albion rose

    In anger， the wrath of God， breaking bright， flaming on all sides around

    His awful limbs： into the Heavens he walkèd， clothèd in flames，

    Loud thund'ring， with broad flashes of flaming lightning and pillars

    Of fire， speaking the Words of Eternity in Human Forms， in direful

    Revolutions of Action and Passion， thro' the Four Elements on all sides

    Surrounding his awful Members. Thou seest the Sun in heavy clouds

    Struggling to rise above the Mountains； in his burning hand

    He takes his Bow， then chooses out his arrows of flaming gold；

    Murmuring， the Bowstring breathes with ardour； clouds roll round the

    Horns of the wide Bow； loud sounding winds sport on the mountain brows，

    Compelling Urizen to his Furrow， and Tharmas to his Sheepfold，

    And Luvah to his Loom.