My Love Must Be as Free
Henry David Thoreau
My love must be as freeÂ
   As is the eagle’s wing,Â
Hovering o’er land and seaÂ
   And everythingÂI must not dim my eyeÂ
   In thy saloon,Â
I must not leave my skyÂ
   And nightly moonÂBe not the fowler’s netÂ
   Which stays my flight,Â
And craftily is setÂ
   T’ allure the sightBut be the favoring galeÂ
   That bears me on,Â
And still doth fill my sailÂ
   When thou art goneÂI cannot leave my skyÂ
   For thy caprice,Â
True love would soar as highÂ
   As heaven isÂThe eagle would not brookÂ
   Her mate thus won,Â
Who trained his eye to lookÂ
   Beneath the sun