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 our 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 need 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 -Thomas Campbell |
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