Bond and Free
has earth to which she clings
hills and circling arms about—
within wall to shut fear out.
Thought has need of no such things,
Thought has a pair of dauntless wings.
snow and sand and turf, I see
Love has left a printed trace
straining in the world's embrace.
such is Love and glad to be.
Thought has shaken his ankles free.
cleaves the interstellar gloom
sits in Sirius' disc all night,
day makes him retrace his flight,
smell of burning on every plume,
past the sun to an earthly room.
gains in heaven are what they are.
some say Love by being thrall
simply staying possesses all
several beauty that Thought fares far
find fused in another star.