On the Watery Shore of the River Styx

Earth raised up her head. From the darkness dread & drear, Her light fled: Stony dread! And her locks cover'd with grey despair. Prison'd on watery shore Starry Jealousy does keep my den Cold and hoar Weeping o'er I hear the father of the ancient men Selfish father of men Cruel jealous selfish fear Can delight 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 Selfish! vain! Eternal bane! That free Love with bondage bound. — Earths Answer by William Blake