I 'TIS ture. I am fetter'd, But therein take pleasure: My case is much better'd; This chain is a treasure. My prison delights me; 'Tis freedom, that frights me; I hate liberty: I'll not be lamented, You'd all be contented To have such chains as I. II When (heretofore flying) My loves oft I quitted; I then was a-trying, And now I'm fitted. I ne'er should have changed, If she (whilst I ranged) Had first struck mine eye: As soon as I met her, Enchain me I let her: Ye'd all do, as I. III Soft cords made of roses, Than mine would more gall me; Her bright hair composes Those bonds which enthrall me. Now, when she has proved How much her I've loved, My hopes will soar high: Perchance, to retain me, Her arms will enchain me; Then who'd not be I? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 1. EMBARKATION by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER GASCOIGNE'S WOODMANSHIP by GEORGE GASCOIGNE COLUMBUS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER SCUM O' THE EARTH' by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER TO THE MAN-OF-WAR-BIRD by WALT WHITMAN REPRISALS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET CLEVEDON VERSES: 9. THE VOICES OF NATURE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: FLORA SPEAKS by THOMAS CAMPION |