A Revision And Idea Of Blake's Dreaming Version 1 Poem by Paolo TMs

And did those feet in ancient time,
Walk upon Australia's mountains green:
And did the holy Totems of Gods,
On Australia's pleasant pastures seen!

And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Dreaming builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?

Bring me my Bough of burning gold;
Bring me my Arrows of desire:
Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!

I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand:
Till we have re-built Dreaming,
In Australia's green & pleasant Land.