"From Milton"

And did those feet in ancient time
      Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
      On England's pleasant pastures seen?

And did the Countenance Divine
      Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
     Among these dark Satanic mills?

Bring me my bow 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 built Jerusalem
     In England's green and pleasant land.
    

"Auguries of Innocence"
(not the original)

To see the world in a grain of sand,
      And heaven in a flower;
To hold infinity in your hand,
      And eternity in an hour.