land where you were born,
I pray my watering eyes will thaw
This shivering spring, with its cold rain,
And fix a curse on the alien law
That spikes the blossom upon the thorn,
Fearing what harm my heart may do
In sowing sorrow beside the grain,
And hating the soil that has hidden you.
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