Liberty

The Eternal Female groan’d; it was heard over all the earth:
Albion’s coast is sick silent; the American meadows faint.
Shadows of prophecy shiver along by the lakes and the rivers, and mutter across the ocean. France, rend down thy dungeon!
Golden Spain, burst the barriers of old Rome!
Cast thy keys, O Rome, into the deep—down falling, even to eternity down falling;
And weep!

(William Blake)

Ink on Paper
24 × 14 in | 61 × 35.6 cm
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