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William Blake

William Blake

A Divine Image

Cruelty has a human heart
And jealousy a human face,
Terror the human form divine,
And secrecy the human dress.
 
The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace seal’d,
The human heart its hungry gorge.

#Aphorism #Imagery #Metaphor

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