And loose bolt and chain;
But Love took in his esquire, Grief,
And there they both remain.
MORNING SONG OF LOVE
Darling, my darling, my heart is on the wing,
It flies to thee this morning like a bird,
Like happy birds in springtime my spirits soar and sing,
The same sweet song thine ears have often heard.
The sun is in my window, the shadow on the lea,
The wind is moving in the branches green,