Friday, 19 April 2013

FREE LOVE


FREE 
LOVE

My love must be as free
      As is the eagle’s wing
Hovering o’er land and sea
      And every thing.

I must not dim my eye
      In thy saloon,
I must not leave my sky
      And nightly moon.

Be not the fowler’s net
      Which stays my flight,
And craffily is set
      T’allure the sight,

But be the favoring gale
      That bears me on,
And still doth fill my sail
      When thou art gone

I cannot leave my sky
      For the caprice,
True love would soar as high
      As heaven is.

The eagle would not brook
      Her mate thus won,
Who trained her eye to look
      Beneath the sun.







HENRY D. THOREAU
The Transcendentalists,
ed. by Perry Miller,
 Cambridge, 1976.


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