I AM free of love as a bird flying south in the autumn, Swift and intent, asking no joy from another, Glad to forget all of the passion of April Ere it was love-free. I am free of love, and I listen to music lightly, But if he returned, if he should look at me deeply, I should awake, I should awake and remember I am my lover's. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I WOULD LIVE IN YOUR LOVE by SARA TEASDALE IN THE HOLY NATIVITY [OF OUR LORD GOD]; AS SUNG BY SHEPHERDS by RICHARD CRASHAW VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS by GREGORY I THE SAILOR'S WIFE by JEAN ADAMS |