Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

I sang in my chains like the sea

Maud in the light of her youth and her grace,
Singing of Death, and of Honor that cannot die,
Till I well could weep for a time so sordid and mean,
And myself so languid and base.