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Inscribed in orange ink, upper right: "94"

Lettered inside image: "Albion cold lays on his Rock: storms & snows beat round him, | Beneath the Furnaces & the starry Wheels & the Immortal Tomb. | Howling winds cover him: roaring seas dash furious against him: | In the deep darkness broad lightnings glare, long thunders roll. | The weeds of Death inwrap his hands & feet, blown incessant | And wash'd incessant by the for-ever restless sea-waves, foaming abroad | Upon the white Rock. England, a Female Shadow, as deadly damps | Of the Mines of Cornwall & Derbyshire lays upon his bosom heavy, | Moved by the wind in volumes of thick cloud, returning, folding round | His loins & bosom, unremovable by swelling storms & loud rending | Of enraged thunders. Around them the Starry Wheels of their Giant Sons | Revolve: & over them the Furnaces of Los & the Immortal Tomb around: | Erin sitting in the Tomb, to watch them unceasing night and day: | And the Body of Albion was closed apart from all Nations. | Over them the famish'd Eagle screams on boney Wings, and around | Them howls the Wolf of famine, deep heaves the Ocean black, thundering | Around the wormy Garments of Albion: then pausing in deathlike silence. | Time was Finished! The Breath Divine Breathed over Albion | Beneath the Furnaces & starry Wheels and in the Immortal Tomb, | And England who is Brittannia awoke from Death on Albion's bosom: | She awoke pale & cold, she fainted seven times on the Body of Albion. | O piteous Sleep, O piteous Dream! O God, O God, awake! I have slain, | In Dreams of Chastity & Moral Law I have Murdered Albion! Ah! | In Stone-henge & on London Stone & in the Oak Groves of Maiden | I have Slain him in my Sleep, with the Knife of the Druid. O England, | O all ye Nations of the Earth behold ye the Jealous Wife! | The Eagle & the Wolf & Monkey & Owl & the King & Priest were there!"