The Argument

I loved Theotormon,
And I was not ashamed;
I trembled in my virgin fears,
And I hid in Leutha's vale!

I plucked Leutha's flower,
And I rose up from the vale;
But the terrible thunders tore
My virgin mantle in twain.

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Blake, William. Visions of the Daughters of Albion, The Argument. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/work/visions-of-the-daughters-of-albion/0/.

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Blake, William. Visions of the Daughters of Albion, The Argument. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/work/visions-of-the-daughters-of-albion/0/.