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“Lo, a shadow of horror is risen,

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“Lo, a shadow of horror is risen,

In eternity! Unknown, unprolific!

Self - closed, all - repelling:

What Demon hath form’d this abominable void,

This soul - shudd'ring vacuum?

Some said ‘It is Urizen’, but unknown, abstracted,

Brooding secret, the dark power hid.”

“Vergil, are you sure you want me to read this?” The girl asked the little boy one fine morning in the beautiful garden. “We’ve read this lots of times.”

The little boy looked up with pure, innocent eyes. “It is Urizen! Urizen!”

“I know, I know,…” Galatea answered, helpless in front of the sweet child. “Okay, I’ll read it for you. But, you have to listen while I read about the Little Lamb! Or the Tyger, or,…”

“URIZEN!”

The girl sighed and opened the book once more.

“Times and times he divided, and measur’d,

Space by space in his ninefold darkness

Unseen, unknown! Changes appear’d

In his desolate mountains rifted furious

By the black winds of perturbation.”

“Gala - te - a!” The child cried as he ran to her.

“What happened? Why are you crying?”

“Dante kicked me in the face!”

Galatea wrapped her arms around the boy and rubbed his back. “Sshh, it’s okay. I’m here now. I’m here. I will protect you,…”

“For he strove in battles dire

In unseen conflictions with shapes

Bred from his forsaken wilderness,

Of beast, bird, fish, serpent, and element

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