Lo now the direful monster, whose skin clings To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks He withers all in silence, and his hand Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life. (William Blake)

Lo now the direful monster, whose skin clings To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks He withers all in silence, and his hand Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.

William Blake

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