I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands and wrote my will across the sky in stars.
To earn you Freedom, the seven-pillared worthy house, that your eyes might be shining for me
When we came.

In these lines the speaker addresses an unnamed “you” with the rhetoric of romantic devotion fused to political-military ambition. Love becomes the motive force behind mass mobilization (“tides of men”) and grand, almost cosmic self-assertion (“wrote my will across the sky in stars”). The aim is not private possession but the beloved’s “Freedom,” imagined as a monumental dwelling (“the seven-pillared worthy house”)—a metaphor that suggests an ideal polity or sanctuary built through sacrifice. The closing hope—her eyes shining “when we came”—frames liberation as a homecoming and a bid for recognition, hinting at the tension between altruistic liberation and the desire to be seen, remembered, and rewarded.