The Vessel

When I am crafted, my shape gently curled,
Colors of sun breed about me are twirled.
My feet are put firm on the earth of my kin,
My mouth opened up like the seed of my twin.

Brothers and sisters are all cast aside,
I am the chosen suitor of the bride.
I fill with a liquid more costly than gold,
Awaiting the helpmate I soon shall behold.

Confident stand I, for I have prevailed.
Fortitude will I procure for the veiled.
My body will protect the axis of posy
Forever we live in the fortress of Cosy.

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Notes

This is a 'song' of innocence. It is one of a set of two poems which symbolize songs of innocence and experience. William Blake is known for writing such poetry. I will post the song of experience tomorrow and further explain.