on parliament hill

spring arrives early in london. only to disappear again, just as quickly. a sunday walk on parliament hill, highgate, and hampstead

the fields from islington to marybone,

to primrose hill and saint john’s wood,

were builded over with pillars of gold,

and there jerusalem’s pillars stood…


pancrass & kentish-town repose

among her golden pillars high,

among her golden arches which

shine upon the starry sky.


the jew’s‑harp-house & the green man,

the ponds where boys to bathe delight,

the fields of cows by willan’s farm,

shine in jerusalem’s pleasant sight.


~ william blake (1757 – 1827)