After all this incoherent clash of words, full of "flames of Orc, howlings and hissings, shrieks and groans, and voices of despair," Enitharmon calmly awakes, "nor knew that she had slept, and eighteen hundred years had fled," and proceeds with the roll call of her sons and daughters as if nothing had happened. Rintrah, Palamabron, Elynittria Albion's Angel, Ethinthus, Manatha-Varcyon, Leutha, Antamon, Sotha, Thiralatha and Urizen are the names of some of the spectral shadows which pass before the spectator. It is a dream of Walpurgis Nacht, obscure and vague; its warrings being no more than the dissolving shadows of fighting men partially discerned on a dark wall. But if Blake can no longer take us with him into the infinite on the wings of his poetry, he can with his pencil create on a sheet of paper a world of imagination, which in relation to this actual world is evanescent and to some impalpable. But Blake's magic has caught and held it, as Peleus caught and held the silver-footed Thetis, though she changed from one form to another hoping to frighten him into letting her go, till tired of his persistence she revealed herself to him in her own wondrous form. Even so, Blake caught and held that which his imagination discriminated, undismayed by conditions which cause some men's heads to reel, until he succeeded in committing it to outline and colour. The first plate represents "The Ancient of Days setting a compass upon the face of the earth." (See Proverbs, viii. 27.) The Museum copy has a passage from "Paradise Lost" written, or rather scrawled, in black ink underneath the picture. One wonders whose could have been the irreverent pen to deface in this way a page of the Master's work. The design itself is one of the finest that ever came from Blake's hand. The thing is tremendous! Involuntarily the mind seeks for its like only on the roof of the Sistine. Blake's art owns no master, links itself to no predecessor, save Michael Angelo. [Illustration: THE ANCIENT OF DAYS SETTING A COMPASS UPON THE FACE OF THE EARTH. (_See_ PROVERBS, VIII. 27) Frontispiece to "Europe: a Prophecy," printed 1794 Print coloured by hand] This was the last design to be repeated by his hand. On his deathbed he executed it for his young friend Mr. Tatham. The latter refers to the incident in a letter published in 1803, in the "Rossetti Papers": "The Ancient of Days with the compasses was the subject that Blake finished for me on his deathbed. He threw it down and said, 'There, I hope Mr. Tatham will like it,' and then said, 'Kate, I will draw your portrait; you have been a good wife to me.' And he made a frenzied sketch of her, which, when done, he sang himself joyously and most happily--literally with songs--into the arms of the grim enemy, and yielded up his sweet spirit."