I saw a chapel all of gold
That none did dare to enter in,
And many weeping stood without,
Weeping, mourning, worshipping.
I saw a serpent rise between
The white pillars of the door,
And he forc’d and forc’d and forc’d,
Down the golden hinges tore.
And along the pavement sweet,
Set with pearls and rubies bright,
All his slimy length he drew
Till upon the altar white
Vomiting his poison out
On the bread and on the wine.
So I turn’d into a sty
And laid me down among the swine.
(William Blake)
More Poetry from William Blake:
William Blake Poems based on Topics: Sadness, Gold, Wine, Worship, Mourning- America, A Prophecy (William Blake Poems)
- A War Song to Englishmen (William Blake Poems)
- A Little Girl Lost (William Blake Poems)
- A Little Boy Lost (William Blake Poems)
- But in the Wine-presses the Human Grapes Sing not nor Dance (William Blake Poems)
- Devine Image (William Blake Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Sadness Poems, Gold Poems, Wine Poems, Worship Poems, Mourning PoemsBased on Keywords: laid, none, golden, length, pearls, bread, serpent, weeping, set, drew, dare