The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||
XVI—“LOVE IS NOT BOND TO ANY MAN”
Love is not bond to any man,
Nor slave of woman, howso fair.
Love knows no architect nor plan,
She is a lawless wanderer,
She hath no master over her,
And loveth not her worshiper.
Nor slave of woman, howso fair.
Love knows no architect nor plan,
She is a lawless wanderer,
She hath no master over her,
And loveth not her worshiper.
But tho' she knoweth law nor plan,—
Tho' she is free as light and air,—
Love was a slave since time began.
Lo, now, behold a wondrous thing:
Tho' from stone walls she taketh wing,
Love may be led by a silken string.
Tho' she is free as light and air,—
Love was a slave since time began.
Lo, now, behold a wondrous thing:
Tho' from stone walls she taketh wing,
Love may be led by a silken string.
The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||