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.