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To The Golden Heart That He Wore Around His Neck

OH thou token loved of joys now perish'd

That I still wear from my neck suspended,
Art thou stronger than our spirit-bond so cherish'd?

Or canst thou prolong love's days untimely ended?

Lily, I fly from thee! I still am doom'd to range
Thro' countries strange,

Thro' distant vales and woods, link'd on to thee!
Ah, Lily's heart could surely never fall

So soon away from me!

As when a bird hath broken from his thrall,

And seeks the forest green,
Proof of imprisonment he bears behind him,
A morsel of the thread once used to bind him;

The free-born bird of old no more is seen,

For he another's prey hath been.

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  • rhondasail
    January 30, 2007

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    Two typos, same word, "When a bird bath broken from..." should read when a bird HATH broken from... and again in the last line, "For he another's prey bath been" should read anothers prey HATH been. This is a sweet poem. He is reminded of her by the 'token' he wears round his neck and he compares himself to the freed bird who retains the thread of his binding cord as a reminder, his 'imprisonment' never to be forgotten. He is tied to her with an invisible cord, his 'token' of being imprisoned by her love. Once again the master of yearning love.