Earth raised up her head.
From the darkness dread & drear,
Her light fled:
And her locks cover'd with grey despair.
Prison'd on watery shore
Starry Jealousy does keep my den
Cold and hoar
I hear the father of the ancient men
Selfish father of men
Cruel jealous selfish fear
Chain'd in night
The virgins of youth and morning bear.
Does spring hide its joy
When buds and blossoms grow?
Does the sower?
Sow by night?
Or the ploughman in darkness plough?
Break this heavy chain.
That does freeze my bones around
That free Love with bondage bound.
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