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i I SAW 1 a Monk of Charlemaine | |
| Arise before my sight; | |
| I talkd to the Grey Monk where he stood | |
| In beams of infernal light. | |
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ii Gibbon arose with a lash of steel, | 5 |
| And Voltaire with a wracking wheel: | |
| The Schools, in clouds of learning rolld, | |
| Arose with War in iron and gold. | |
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iii Thou lazy Monk, they said afar, | |
| In vain condemning glorious War, | 10 |
| And in thy cell thou shall ever dwell. | |
| Rise, War, and bind him in his cell! | |
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iv The blood red ran from the Grey Monks side, | |
| His hands and feet were wounded wide, | |
| His body bent, his arms and knees | 15 |
| Like to the roots of ancient trees. | |
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v I see, I see, the Mother said, | |
| My children will die for lack of bread. | |
| What more has the merciless tyrant said? | |
| The Monk sat down on her stony bed. | 20 |
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vi His eye was dry, no tear could flow; | |
| A hollow groan first spoke his woe. | |
| He trembled and shudderd upon the bed; | |
| At length with a feeble cry he said: | |
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vii When God commanded this hand to write | 25 |
| In the studious hours of deep midnight, | |
| He told me that all I wrote should prove | |
| The bane of all that on Earth I love. | |
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viii My brother starvd between two walls; | |
| Thy childrens cry my soul appals: | 30 |
| I mockd at the wrack and griding chain; | |
| My bent body mocks at their torturing pain. | |
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ix Thy father drew his sword in the North; | |
| With his thousands strong he is [marchèd] forth; | |
| Thy brother has armèd himself in steel | 35 |
| To revenge the wrongs thy children feel. | |
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x But vain the sword and vain the bow, | |
| They never can work Wars overthrow; | |
| The hermits prayer and the widows tear | |
| Alone can free the world from fear. | 40 |
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xi The hand of Vengeance sought the bed | |
| To which the purple tyrant fled; | |
| The iron hand crushd the tyrants head, | |
| And became a tyrant in his stead. | |
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xii Until the tyrant himself relent, | 45 |
| The tyrant who first the black bow bent, | |
| Slaughter shall heap the bloody plain: | |
| Resistance and War is the tyrants gain. | |
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xiii But the tear of loveand forgiveness sweet, | |
| And submission to death beneath his feet | 50 |
| The tear shall melt the sword of steel, | |
| And every wound it has made shall heal. | |
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xiv For the tear is an intellectual thing, | |
| And a sigh is the sword of an Angel King, | |
| And the bitter groan of the martyrs woe | 55 |
| Is an arrow from the Almightys bow. | |
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Note 1. I saw a Monk] The first draft of this piece, written without title in the Rossetti MS. not later than April 1803, consisted of fourteen stanzas, which Blake later separated into two poems To the Deists in Jerusalem, and The Grey Monk of the Pickering MS., indicating the beginning of the latter by a line drawn above stanza v. In the version engraved for Jerusalem, where the length is reduced to seven stanzas, Blakes first change was to mark xii, xiii, and xiv for insertion after iv. He then wrote the revised version of xii:| When Satan first the black bow bent | | And the Moral Law from the Gospel rent | | He forgd the Law into a sword | | And spilld the blood of Mercys Lord |
adding in the margin the new stanza:| Titus! Constantine! Charlemaine! | | O Voltaire! Rousseau! Gibbon! vain | | Your Grecian mocks [mocks and iron del.] and Roman sword | | Against this image of his Lord |
which (omitting the original xiii) is linked to xiv by the catchword A tear is, &c. The stanzas thus rejected Blake converted into a second poem, which he transcribed into the Pickering MS., with the title The Grey Monk. This begins with the original fifth stanza, the line I see, I see, the Mother said being changed to I die, I die, the Mother said. The remaining stanzas (vixi) are arranged in the order of the MS. Book, with the interpolation of iv between v and vi, and xiv between x and xi, these two stanzas being common to both versions. ii Of this stanza we have the rejected variants:| Gibbon plied his lash of steel, | | Voltaire turned his wracking wheel, | | Charlemaine and his barons bold | | Stood by, and mocked in iron and gold. |
and| The wheel of Voltaire whirld on high, | | Gibbon aloud his lash does ply, | | Charlemaine and his clouds of war [and his barons bold 1st rdg. del.] | | Muster around the Polar Star. |
9, 10| Seditious Monk said Charlemaine, | | The glory of War thou condemnst in vain, | MS. 1st rdg. del. |
34 marchèd] deleted in MS. but no word substituted. 44 And usurpèd the tyrants throne and bed. MS. 1st rdg. del. xii Rewritten later in the form adopted in Jerusalem. xiii Omitted in both the Jerusalem and Pickering MS. versions. 55 of the martyrs woe] for anothers woe MS. 1st rdg. del. [back] |
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