O were your heart not wide, dear, And were your soul not high, And were not both so deep, too, Deep as the April sky, I should not find love freedom, But know a need to range All heaven and hell -- a prisoner Pining for space and change. But since there's depth within you To hang my moon and stars, Since I have not to beat vain wings Against offending bars, I find all other spaces That lie @3beyond@1 our love Are prisons -- all alluring worlds Below me or above. |