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William Blake –from The Complete Poems

And thou, Mercurias, that with winged brow
Dost mount aloft into the yielding sky
And thro’ Heavens halls thy airy flight dost throw
Entering with holy feet to where on high
Jove weighs the counsel of futurity;
Then laden with eternal fate, dost go
Down, like a falling star, from autumn sky
And o’er the surface of the silent deep dost fly

If thou arrivest at the sandy shore
Where nought but envious hissing adders dwell
Thy golden rod thrown on the dusty floor
Can charm to harmony with potent spell
Such is sweet Eloquence, that does dispel
Envy and Hate, that thirst for human gore
And cause in sweet society to dwell
Vile savage minds that lurk in lonely cell

O, Mercury, assist my labouring sense
That round the circle of the world would fly
As the winged eagle scorns the towering fence
Of Alpine hills round his aery
And searches thro’ the corners of the sky
Sports in the clouds to hear the thunder’s sound
And see the winged lightnings as they fly
Then, bosomed in an amber cloud, around
Plumes his wide wings, and seeks Sol’s palace high