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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=38303" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Introduction</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=38303" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘Five windows light the cavern’d Man: thro’ one he breathes the air;<br>Thro’ one hears music of the spheres; thro’ on the eternal vine<br>Flourished, that he may receive the grapes; thro’ one can look<br>And see small portions of the eternal world that ever growth;<br>Thro’ one himself pass out what time he please, but he will not;<br>For stolen joys are sweet, & bread eaten in secret pleasant.’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=38303" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So sang a Fairy mocking as he sat on a streak’d Tulip,<br>Thinking none saw him; when he ceas’d I started from the trees,<br>And caught him in my hat as boys knock down a butterfly.<br>‘How know you this,’ said I, ‘small Sir? where did you learn this song?’<br>seeing himself in my possession, thus he answer’d me:<br>‘My Master, I am yours; command me, for I must obey.’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=38303" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘Then tell me what is the material world, and is it dead?’<br>He laughing answer’d: ‘I will write a book on leaves of flowers,<br>If you will feed me on love-thoughts, & give me now and then<br>A cup of sparkling poetic fancies. So, when I am tipsie,<br>I’ll sing to you to this soft lute, and shew you all alive<br>The world, where every particle of dust breathes forth its joy.’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=38303" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I took him home in my warm bosom. As we went along<br>Wild flowers I gather’d, & he shew’d me each eternal flower.<br>He laugh’d aloud to see them whimper because they were pluck’d.<br>They hover’d round me like a cloud of incense. When I came<br>Into my parlour and sat down, and took my pen to write,<br>My Fairy sat upon the table, and dictated ‘EUROPE.’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=William+Blake">William Blake</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=William+Blake&d=Europe+a+Prophecy">Europe a Prophecy</a></em></div>

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