Earth raised up her head From the darkness dread and 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 plough? 'Break this heavy chain, That does freeze my bones around! Selfish, vain, Eternal bane, That free ...

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Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His cruel sceptre bore; The nobles of the land did feed Upon the hungry poor; They tear the poor man's lamb, and drive The needy from their door. `The land is desolate; our wives And children cry for bread; Arise, and pull the tyrant down! Let Gwin be humblèd!' Gordred the giant rous'd himself From sleeping in his cave; He shook the hills, and in the clouds The troubl'd banners wave. Beneath them roll'd, like tempests black, The ...

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The sun does arise, And make happy the skies; The merry bells ring To welcome the spring; The skylark and thrush, The birds of the bush, Sing louder around To the bell's cheerful sound, While our sports shall be seen On the Echoing Green. Old John with white hair, Does laugh away care, Sitting under the oak, Among the old folk. They laugh at our play, And soon they all say: "Such, such were the joys When we all, girls and boys, In our youth time were seen On the Echoing Green." Till the little ones, weary, No more can be ...

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