THE WORLD FOR WILLIAM BLAKE Naked in his garden, no concessions made, this new Adam heard the Night whisper seductively with promises of Power, Truth, and Knowledge. He turned to his wife, who was also naked, and in her face saw the peace he craved. The Moon cast a cold eye on these lovers, concealed herself in clouds and abandoned them to their lonely vigil. Turning to the East to await the Sun this mystic engraver overheard the Night challenge the Day, sensed the threat of a loveless void, then beheld legions of angels alighting in the trees, saw their fluttering wings come to rest in an arch above their heads in the sacred symmetry he loved in Quattrocento Art. When all was ready the voice that spoke to John of Patmos called out a final vision, painting vivid pictures in Blake’s mind of light and darkness engaged in battle. Dawn embraced him, gave this maker of books the strength to be a draftsman of the Apocalypse, a disciple in a churchless religion called Art. So William Blake became an artist in love with God, with God’s image, and the image of idealized man, listening to the oratorios of angels as he painted, a bright spirit awaiting the Glad Day of Resurrection. The world for Blake was made of noon and midnight where light fell upon darkness and darkness fell to light.