rencontre, CLXXXVIII

When I came home : on the abyss of the five senses, where a flat sided steep frowns over the present world, I saw a mighty Devil folded in black clouds, hovering on the sides of the rock : with corroding fires he wrote the following sentence now percieved by the minds of men, & read by them on earth :

How do you know but ev'ry Bird that cuts the airy way

Is an immense world of delight, clos'd by your

senses five ?