I'm free from thee; and thou no more shalt heare My puling Pipe to beat against thine eare: Farewell my shackles, (though of pearle they be) Such precious thraldome ne'r shall fetter me. He loves his bonds, who when the first are broke, Submits his neck unto a second yoke. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NAMING FOR LOVE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE PALM TREE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS CROSSING THE PLAINS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1884 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |