The Slave and the Sparrow
Time had sewn,
And we had wrought,
Against a force
Seldom fought,
And we had dreamt,
And we had dreamed,
Of a world
Ever serene,
And we had run,
And we had ran,
As if we could arrive
At such a land,
And the world was one
Grey with gloom,
The old slave
Bent over the loom,
As a tear shed from
His face,
We were yet to
Beat him with a mace,
And a tear shed
From my face,
And a tear shed
From your face,
Our freedom;
Only in death,
Our joy;
Only in sorrow,
Thy come a sparrow
From the old wood;
A torn sparrow
From the old wood,
Among the grass
It was contained;
Among the green grass
It was contained,
Its beak broken;
Its wings only silt,
The young sparrow
Presented us guilt,
And through the wind
It blew away,
And through the wind
It flew to fly,
Arise from death,
Into the the fair day;
And a phoenix
Had flown away.
Our freedom;
Only in death,
Our joy;
Only in sorrow.
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