inspirational poem

days endeared to every muse
weak-winged is song
high-born race
to come so soon to this imagined dark
daughter, thou art come to die
lived by the river-side
there is no escape by the river
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
soft as the bed in the earth
have you heard
noises that strive to tear
and so it goes
i never knew the earth had so much gold
when a deed is done for freedom