My Love Must Be as Free
Henry David Thoreau
My love must be as free
As is the eagle’s wing,
Hovering o’er land and sea
And everythingI must not dim my eye
In thy saloon,
I must not leave my sky
And nightly moonBe not the fowler’s net
Which stays my flight,
And craftily is set
T’ allure the sightBut be the favoring gale
That bears me on,
And still doth fill my sail
When thou art goneI cannot leave my sky
For thy caprice,
True love would soar as high
As heaven isThe eagle would not brook
Her mate thus won,
Who trained his eye to look
Beneath the sun