My mother groaned, my father wept,
Into the dangerous world I leapt;
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
I heard an Angel singing
When the day was springing,
'Mercy, Pity, Peace
Is the world's release.'
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc,
When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode:
His food she brought in iron baskets, his drink in cups of iron:
Never seek to tell thy love
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the wandering light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
Earth raised up her head
From the darkness dread and drear,
Her light fled,
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.'
I love to rise in a summer morn
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me.
As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild Flower
Singing a song.
Why was Cupid a boy,
And why a boy was he?
He should have been a girl,
For aught that I can see.