" 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. "

― William Blake , Songs of Experience