Born of the release from ancient moorings
So sweet the taste of an incorporate tether
But for the mother’s abundant breast
Came forth to renew a maternal test
Soft was the joyous wake
A rapture where only some would go
The blood of marrow lined a fettered drape
Cast beside a celestial glow
A distant refrain which in time all cherish
But if sovereign collapse to a cause be in vain
When just forebades and seasons fade,
Then, fond dreams will part to take up again
As it is seed from which all things grow
The seed is sewn that few will know
Châz
