Songs of Innocence and of Experience, by William Blake, [1789-1794], at sacred-texts.com
Earth rais’d up her head,
From the darkness dread & drear,
Her light fled:
And her locks cover’d with grey despair.
Prison’d on watry 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.