What I Imagine Blake Might Have Said Today
We behold thy gardens fair.
Say, to what do they compare?
And yet thy airs of fire and fume
have filled the world with noise of doom.
The sceptered isle that Shakespeare saw,
or Satan's realm by Milton's lore?
Jerusalem or Babylon,
Say, which art thou, Albion?
Copyright © Julian Scutts | Year Posted 2020
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