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 Meeting again in Golgonooza beyond Satans Seat.

The Wild Thyme is Los's Messenger to Eden, a mighty Demon,

Terrible, deadly & poisonous his presence in Ulro dark,

Therefore he appears only a small Root creeping in grass

Covering over the Rock of Odours his bright purple mantle:

Beside the Fount above the Lark's Nest in Golgonooza.

Luvah slept here in death & here is Luvah's empty Tomb:

Ololon sat beside this Fountain on the Rock of Odours.

Just at the place to where the Lark mounts is a Crystal Gate:

It is the enterance of the First Heaven, named Luther: for

The Lark is Los's Messenger thro' the Twenty seven Churches,

That the Seven Eyes of God, who walk even to Satan's Seat

Thro' all the Twenty-seven Heavens, may not slumber nor sleep.

But the Lark's Nest is at the Gate of Los, at the eastern

Gate of wide Golgonooza & the Lark is Los's Messenger.

P. 36 WHEN on the highest lift of his light pinions he arrives

At that bright Gate, another Lark meets him, & back to back

They touch their pinions, tip [to] tip: and each descend

To their respective Earths & there all night consult with Angels

Of Providence & with the eyes of God all night in slumbers

Inspired; & at the dawn of day send out another Lark

Into another Heaven to carry news upon his wings.

Thus are the Messengers dispatch'd till they reach the Earth again

In the East Gate of Golgonooza, & the Twenty-eighth bright

Lark met the Female Ololon descending into my Garden.

Thus it appears to Mortal eyes & those of the Ulro Heavens

But not thus to Immortals: the Lark is a mighty Angel.

For Ololon step'd into the Polypus within the Mundane Shell:

They could not step into Vegetable Worlds without becoming

The enemies of Humanity except in a Female Form:

And as One Female Ololon and all its mighty Hosts

Appear'd: a Virgin of twelve years: nor time nor space was

To the perception of the Virgin Ololon, but as the

Flash of lightning, but more quick, the Virgin in my Garden

Before my Cottage stood, for the Satanic Space is delusion.

For When Los join'd with me he took me in his fiery whirlwind:

My Vegetated portion was hurried from Lambeth's shades:

He set me down in Felpham's Vale & prepar'd a beautiful

Cottage for me, that in three years I might write all these Visions, 38

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