This is a false Body， an Incrustation over my Immortal2
Spirit， a Selfhood which must be put off and annihilated3 alway.
To cleanse4 the Face of my Spirit by self-examination，
To bathe in the waters of Life， to wash off the Not Human，
I come in Self-annihilation and the grandeur5 of Inspiration；
To cast off Rational Demonstration6 by Faith in the Saviour7，
To cast off the rotten rags of Memory by Inspiration，
To cast off Bacon， Locke， and Newton from Albion's covering，
To take off his filthy8 garments and clothe him with Imagination；
To cast aside from Poetry all that is not Inspiration，
That it no longer shall dare to mock with the aspersion9 of Madness
Cast on the Inspird by the tame high finisher of paltry10 Blots11
Indefinite or paltry Rhymes， or paltry Harmonies，
Who creeps into State Government like a caterpillar12 to destroy；
To cast off the idiot Questioner， who is always questioning，
But never capable of answering； who sits with a sly grin
Silent plotting when to question， like a thief in a cave；
Who publishes Doubt and calls it Knowledge； whose Science is Despair，
Whose pretence13 to knowledge is Envy， whose whole Science is
To destroy the wisdom of ages， to gratify ravenous14 Envy
That rages round him like a Wolf， day and night， without rest.
He smiles with condescension15； he talks of Benevolence16 and Virtue17，
And those who act with Benevolence and Virtue they murder time on time.
These are the destroyers of Jerusalem！ these are the murderers
Of Jesus！ who deny the Faith and mock at Eternal Life，
Who pretend to Poetry that they may destroy Imagination
By imitation of Nature's Images drawn18 from Remembrance.
These are the Sexual Garments， the Abomination of Desolation，
Hiding the Human Lineaments， as with an Ark and Curtains
Which Jesus rent， and now shall wholly purge19 away with Fire，
Till Generation is swallow'd up in Regeneration.
