I 'TIS ture. I am fetter'd, But therein take pleasure: My case is much better'd; This chain is a treasure. My prison delights me; 'Tis freedom, that frights me; I hate liberty: I'll not be lamented, You'd all be contented To have such chains as I. II When (heretofore flying) My loves oft I quitted; I then was a-trying, And now I'm fitted. I ne'er should have changed, If she (whilst I ranged) Had first struck mine eye: As soon as I met her, Enchain me I let her: Ye'd all do, as I. III Soft cords made of roses, Than mine would more gall me; Her bright hair composes Those bonds which enthrall me. Now, when she has proved How much her I've loved, My hopes will soar high: Perchance, to retain me, Her arms will enchain me; Then who'd not be I? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO LIVE MERRILY AND TO TRUST TO GOOD VERSES by ROBERT HERRICK THE GETTYSBURG ADDRESS by ABRAHAM LINCOLN RECOMPENSE by JESSE M. BALL ALLEN THE TRIUMPH OF MELANCHOLY by JAMES BEATTIE ON A BIOGRAPHICAL DICTIONARY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |