Yet it's not my favorite Lovelace poem, I'll post that one later :)
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To Althea, from Prison
By
Richard Lovelace
I.
When
love with unconfined wings
Hovers within my gates;
And
my divine Althea brings
To whisper at the grates;
When
I lye tangled in her haire,
And fetterd to her eye,
The
birds, that wanton in the aire,
Know no such liberty.
II.
When
flowing cups run swiftly round
With no allaying Thames,
Our
carelesse heads with roses bound,
Our hearts with loyal flames;
When
thirsty griefe in wine we steepe,
When healths and draughts go free,
Fishes,
that tipple in the deepe,
Know no such libertie.
III.
When,
like committed linnets, I
With shriller throat shall sing
The
sweetnes, mercy, majesty,
And glories of my King.
When
I shall voyce aloud, how good
He is, how great should be,
Inlarged
winds, that curle the flood,
Know no such liberty.
IV.
Stone
walls doe not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Mindes
innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage;
If
I have freedome in my love,
And in my soule am free,
Angels
alone that sore above
Enjoy such liberty.
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