to nie raj macht frei
"To nie raj" Lao Che
in the forest of the night
could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Just try to imagine these stones could have been trees once. Or crosses?!
If you prefer martytology.
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
"Tyger" William Blake