Los Compadres
...returning to Quetzalcoatl
Thought chang'd the infinite to a serpent, that which pitieth:
To a devouring flame, and man fled from its face and hid
In forests of night: then all the eternal forests were divided
Into earths rolling in circles of space, that like an ocean rush'd
And overwhelmed all except this finite wall of flesh.
Then was the serpent temple form'd, image of infinite
Shut up in finite revolutions: and man became an Angel:
Heaven a mighty circle turning: God a tryant crown'd.
-William Blake
