The Vintage Morn
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EARTH'S Answer by William Blake from Songs of Innocence and of Experience
Earth raised up her head.
From the darkness dread & drear.
Her light fled:
Stony, dread!
And her locks covered with grey despair.
Prisoned on watery shore
Starry jealousy does keep my den
Cold and hoar
Weeping o’re
I hear the father of the ancient men
Selfish father of men
Cruel, jealous, selfish fear
Can delight
Chained 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
Selfish, vain!
Eternal bane!
That free love with bondage bound.
From the darkness dread & drear.
Her light fled:
Stony, dread!
And her locks covered with grey despair.
Prisoned on watery shore
Starry jealousy does keep my den
Cold and hoar
Weeping o’re
I hear the father of the ancient men
Selfish father of men
Cruel, jealous, selfish fear
Can delight
Chained 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
Selfish, vain!
Eternal bane!
That free love with bondage bound.
Sunday 16 January 2011
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