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 plowman in darkness plow?
Break this heavy chain
That does freeze my bones around.
That free Love with bondage bound.”