A tear

William Blake, Vala, or The Four Zoas, Night the Third (Tharmas, representing Chaos and Flood, is speaking to his emanation, cloud-like Enion:)

"Image of grief thy fading lineaments make my eyelids fail/ What have I done! both rage & mercy are alike to me/ Looking upon thee Image of faint waters. I recoil/ From my fierce rage into thy semblance. Enion return/ Why does thy piteous face Evanish like a rainy cloud/ Melting. a shower of falling tears. nothing but tears! Enion:/ Substanceless. voiceless, weeping. vanishd. nothing but tears! Enion/ Art thou for ever vanishd from the watry eyes of Tharmas/ Rage Rage shall never from my bosom. winds & waters of woe/ Consuming all to the end consuming Love and Hope are ended"