Dear Friend of My Angels,

I will bore you more with some Verses which my Wife desires me to Copy out & send you with her kind love & Respect they were Composed above a twelve month ago while Walking from Felpham to Lavant to meet my Sister:

With happiness stretchd across the hills
In a cloud that dewy sweetness distills,
With a blue sky spread over with wings
And a mild Sun that mounts & sings,
With trees & fields full of Fairy elves
And little devils who fight for themselves —
Remembring the Verses that Hayley sung
When my heart knockd against the root of my tongue —
With Angels planted in Hawthorn bowers
And God himself in the passing hours.

Now I a fourfold vision see,
And a fourfold vision is given to me;
Tis fourfold in my supreme delight
And threefold in soft Beulah's night
And twofold Always. May God us keep
From Single vision & Newton's sleep!

I remain Yours with my Wives best compliments, William Blake

Felpham Nov. 22, 1802