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Inscribed in orange ink, upper right: "67"

Lettered inside image: "By those who drink their blood & the blood of their Covenant. | And the Twelve Daughters of Albion united in Rahab & Tirzah, | A Double Female: and they drew out from the Rocky Stones | Fibres of Life to Weave, for every Female is a Golden Loom. | The Rocks are opake hardnesses covering all Vegetated things. | And as they Wove & Cut from the Looms in various divisions, | Stretching over Europe & Asia from Ireland to Japan, | They divided into many lovely Daughters to be counterparts | To those they Wove, for when they Wove a Male, they divided | Into a Female to the Woven Male, in opake hardness | They cut the Fibres from the Rocks, groaning in pain they Weave: | Calling the Rocks Atomic Origins or Existence; denying Eternity | By the Atheistical Epicurean Philosophy of Albion's Tree. | Such are the Feminine and Masculine when separated from Man. | They call the Rocks Parents of Men, & adore the frowning Chaos, | Dancing around in howling pain clothed in the bloody Veil, | Hiding Albion's Sons within the Veil, closing Jerusalem's | Sons without : to feed with their Souls the Spectres of Albion. | Ashamed to give Love openly to the piteous & merciful Man, | Counting him an imbecile mockery: but the Warrior | They adore, & his revenge cherish with the blood of the Innocent. | They drink up Dan & Gad, to feed with milk Skofeld & Kotope: | They strip off Joseph's Coat & dip it in the blood of battle. | Tirzah sits weeping to hear the shrieks of the dying: her Knife | Of flint is in her hand: she passes it over the howling Victim. | The Daughters Weave their Work in loud cries over the Rock | Of Horeb: still eyeing Albion's Cliffs eagerly, siezing & twisting | The threads of Vala & Jerusalem running from mountain to mountain | Over the whole Earth: loud the Warriors rage in Beth Peor, | Beneath the iron whips of their Captains & consecrated banners: | Loud the Sun & Moon rage in the conflict : loud the Stars | Shout in the night of battle & their spears grow to their hands | With blood, weaving the deaths of the Mighty into a Tabernacle | For Rahab & Tirzah; till the Great Polypus of Generation covered the Earth. | In Verulam the Polypus's Head, winding around his bulk | Thro' Rochester and Chichester & Exeter & Salisbury, | To Bristol : & his Heart beat strong on Salisbury Plain, | Shooting out Fibres round the Earth, thro' Gaul & Italy | And Greece, & along the Sea of Rephaim into Judea | To Sodom & Gomorrha: thence to India, China & Japan. | The Twelve Daughters in Rahab & Tirzah have circumscrib'd the Brain | Beneath & pierced it thro' the midst with a golden pin. | Blood hath stain'd her fair side beneath her bosom. | O thou poor Human Form! said she. O thou poor child of woe! | Why wilt thou wander away from Tirzah: why me compel to bind thee? | If thou dost go away from me I shall consume upon these Rocks. | These fibres of thine eyes that used to beam in distant heavens, | Away from me, I have bound down with a hot iron. | These nostrils that expanded with delight in morning skies | I have bent downward with lead melted in my roaring furnaces | Of affliction, of love, of sweet despair, of torment unendurable. | My soul is seven furnaces, incessant roars the bellows | Upon my terribly flaming heart, the molten metal runs | In channels thro' my fiery limbs: O love, O pity, O fear, | O pain! O the pangs, the bitter pangs of love forsaken! | Ephraim was a wilderness of joy where all my wild beasts ran, | The River Kanah wander'd by my sweet Manasseh's side, | To see the boy spring into heavens sounding from my sight! | Go Noah, fetch the girdle of strong brass, heat it red-hot: | Press it around the loins of this ever expanding cruelty. | Shriek not so my only love: I refuse thy joys: I drink | Thy shrieks because Hand & Hyle are cruel & obdurate to me."