Tangled was I in Love's snare, Oppressed with pain, torment with care; Of grief right sure, of joy full bare, Clean in despair by cruelty. But ha! ha! ha! full well is me, For I am now at liberty. The woeful days so full of pain, The weary night all spent in vain, The labor lost for so small a gain, To write them all it will not be. But ha! ha! ha! full well is me, For I am now at liberty. With feigned words which were but wind, To long delays was I assign'd; Her wily looks my wits did blind; Whate'er she would I would agree. But ha! ha! ha! full well is me, For I am now at liberty. Was never bird tangled in lime, That broke away in better time, Than I, that rotten boughs did climb, And had no hurt but 'scaped free. But ha! ha! ha! full well is me, For I am now at liberty. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 35 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN CORINNA TO TANAGRA, FROM ATHENS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR CAPTAIN CARPENTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON THE WORD by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS SAME COTTAGE - BUT ANOTHER SONG, OF ANOTHER SEASON by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM SHEMA-YISRAEL-ADONAI-ELOHENU ADONAI-ECHOD by NATHAN BERNSTEIN EPIGRAM TO DON ANTONIO, KING OF PORTUGAL by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |