Blake is in full Apocalypse Mode here, all fire and fury and righteous indignation. In a lesser poet it would be pretentious; in Blake, it's amazingly, indisputably _right_. thomas. [Et cetera] There are poets who are inextricably linked with particular forms and metres; for example, Longfellow , Yeats  and yes, William Blake .  See the often celebrated and even more often parodied "Song of Hiawatha": By the shore of Gitchie Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer morning, Hiawatha stood and waited. -- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "Hiawatha's Departure", Poem #362 See Poem #559, "The Modern Hiawatha", by George A. Strong, for a fairly nice example of a Hiawatha parody.  See, especially, the third and final section of Auden's elegy "In Memory of W. B. Yeats" (Poem #50) for an excellent tribute in the form that the Master made his own.  Many of the "Songs of Innocence and Experience" are written in the same metre as today's poem, as is "Auguries of Innocence". See [broken link] http://www.geocities.com/~spanoudi/poems/blake02.html for the complete set of the former, and Poem #368 on the Minstrels website for the latter. [Minstrels Links] Other poems by William Blake: Poem #26, "Jerusalem" Poem #66, "The Tyger" Poem #97, "The Fly" Poem #368, "Auguries of Innocence" Poem #546, "The Sick Rose" [Administrivia] The email I sent a few hours ago titled "The Month in Comments: March 2001" should have been titled "The Month in Comments: April 2001". An entirely pardonable lapse, caused solely by this reviewer's occasional ignorance of day, month, and, indeed, year. As you may have noticed, there has been a preponderance of guest poem submissions recently (and a corresponding paucity of commentary from Martin and myself). This is because we've both been travelling and/or busy; we hope to return you to your scheduled service soon.