All English Sonnets
The feudal days are past of the past , and we
Are none of us chained like in the past
Were queens to kings by custom, royal decree,
With fetters held, and bound secure and past.
When much against their wishes were so held,
All ravishing beauties for the lusting kings,
And roaring fires were in the harems quelled
By emperors lecherously. Gruesome things
Were done to them, then cast aside, all drained
Of youth, of feeling, lived in limited scope,
Benumbed by royal glamour, still chained
By golden fetters, lost beyond all hope.
We hold our hands in love, no chains are these
Can walk away at will and when we please.