To My Jim

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! 

Ye remember, 'midst your wooing, 
  Love has bliss, but Love has ruing; 
Other smiles may make you fickle, 
  Tears for other charms may trickle. 

Love he comes, and Love he tarries, 
  Just as fate or fancy carries; 
  Longest stays, when sorest chidden; 
Laughs and flies, when press'd and bidden. 

Bind the sea to slumber stilly, 
  Bind its odour to the lily, 
Bind the aspen ne'er to quiver, 
  Then bind 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 ringdove's neck from changing? 
No! nor fetter'd Love from dying 
  In the knot there's no untying.