William Blake
Songs of Experience

To Tirzah

Whateér is Born of Mortal Birth
Must be consumed with the Earth
To rise from generation free:
Then what have I to do with the?

The Sexes sprung from Shame & Pride,
Blow'd in the morn; in evening dies;
But Mercy chang'd Death into Sleep;
The Sexes rose to work & weep.

Thou, Mother of my Mortal part,
With cruelty didst mould my Heart,
And with false self-deceiving tears
Didst bind my Nostrils, Eyes, & Ears:

Didst close my Tongue in senseless clay,
And me to Mortal Life betray.
The Death of Jesus set me free:
Then what have I to do with thee?