Earth rais’d up her head
From the darkness dread and drear.
Her light fled,
And her locks cover’d with grey despair.
`Prison’d on wat’ry 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.’