Of what were my chains made
Some one has whispered I am not free
And my free will is dead!
I cannot move, as I desire
And must move when I would not
I am imprisoned a slave entire

This all, I have myself bought!
I did not know what was it all
Was blast with sweet ignorance
Slowly I entered myself to enthrall
So foolish was that romance!
What pushed me ahead was all unseen
I could feel its force
But now I cannot easily wean
Myself away from the course!
Where it may leave me I cannot know
On what sands, unseen, unheard!
Who knows what way the wind may blow

The master may free this bird!











