It is Jerusalem
(I will be Blake)
And those ancient feet, and one
Is England mountains walking of green?
As for God, holy pregnancy!
At the England farm, is it this cute?
And it is the face of God.
Following in the darkness, it polishes and it is Rohan Shine?
You build here, Jerusalem.
It is in the darkness of these demons between Mills?
The gold of my bow is burnt!
My request, for you, brings the arrow!
My window is made! Well, is the cloud, and the publishing business.
My street car is taken in the fire!
I stop the fight of heart,
Even while sleeping as for my hand, kale unhands me,
To build our Jerusalem. England, with green color, is the comfortable land.