Bond and Free

Love has earth to which she clings

With hills and circling arms about--

Wall within wall to shut fear out.

But Though has need of no such things,

For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings.



On snow and sand and turn, I see

Where Love has left a printed trace

With straining in the world's embrace.

And such is Love and glad to be

But Though has shaken his ankles free.



Though cleaves the interstellar gloom

And sits in Sirius' disc all night,

Till day makes him retrace his flight

With smell of burning on every plume,

Back past the sun to an earthly room.



His gains in heaven are what they are.

Yet some say Love by being thrall

And simply staying possesses all

In several beauty that Thought fares far

To find fused in another star.