|Freedom and Love|
How Delicious is the winning
Of a kiss at love's beginning,
When two mutual hearts are sighing
For the knot there's no untying
Yet remember, midst your wooing
Love has bliss, but Love has ruing;
Other smiles may make you fickle,
Tears from others charms may trickle.
Love he comes and love he tarries
Just as fate or fancy carries;
Longest stay, when sorest chidden;
Laughs and flies, when pressed and bidden
Bind the sea to slumber stilly,
Bind its odour to the lily,
Bind the aspen ne'er to quiver,
Then blind Love to last for ever.
Love's a Fire that needs renewal
Of fresh beauty for its fuel:
Love's wing moults when caged and captured,
Only free he soars enraptured.
Can you keep the bee from ranging,
Or the ring dove's neck from changing?
No! nor fetter'd Love from dying
In the knot there's no untying.