A’ wanderin’ with you
What won’drous woods and wilderness
We’ll go a’trapising through
What kinds of creatures shall we see?
A’wanderin’,jus’ you an me?
Birds and beasts from land and sea
While wanderin’ with you.
We’ll wonder ‘pon a pond’rous man
His wide-brimmed had held tall
We’ll sup amongst his heavy feet
and find shade in his sprawl.
Proposing to depart us three
He’ll decline dispassionately, or
Perhaps it will have been that he
Did not notice us at all.
We’ll come across a serpent stretched
Basking in a glade
Neither head nor tail in sight
The world wrapped in its splay
And so finding the beast to be
Accepting of us docilely
We’ll climb upon its back and we
Will be upon our way.
Blue to the neutral
Greenery-yallery to the propensity
So’s you don’t wake up in Eternity.
As you are now, so once was I.
As I am now, so you must be,
So Friend, prepare to follow me.
Act III, Scene iii, line 92
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water’d heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
