1When Love with unconfinèd wings
2Hovers within my gates,
3And my divine Althea brings
4To whisper at the grates;
5When I lie tangled in her hair
6And fettered to her eye,
7The birds that wanton in the air
8Know no such liberty.
9When flowing cups run swiftly round,
10With no allaying Thames,
11Our careless heads with roses bound,
12Our hearts with loyal flames;
13When thirsty grief in wine we steep,
14When healths and draughts go free,
15Fishes, that tipple in the deep,
16Know no such liberty.
17When, like committed linnets, I
18With shriller throat shall sing
19The sweetness, mercy, majesty,
20And glories of my King;
21When I shall voice aloud how good
22He is, how great should be,
23Enlargèd winds, that curl the flood,
24Know no such liberty.
25Stone walls do not a prison make,
26Nor iron bars a cage;
27Minds innocent and quiet take
28That for an hermitage.
29If I have freedom in my love,
30And in my soul am free,
31Angels alone, that soar above,
32Enjoy such liberty.
1When Love with unconfinèd wings
2Hovers within my gates,
3And my divine Althea brings
4To whisper at the grates;
5When I lie tangled in her hair
6And fettered to her eye,
7The birds that wanton in the air
8Know no such liberty.
9When flowing cups run swiftly round,
10With no allaying Thames,
11Our careless heads with roses bound,
12Our hearts with loyal flames;
13When thirsty grief in wine we steep,
14When healths and draughts go free,
15Fishes, that tipple in the deep,
16Know no such liberty.
17When, like committed linnets, I
18With shriller throat shall sing
19The sweetness, mercy, majesty,
20And glories of my King;
21When I shall voice aloud how good
22He is, how great should be,
23Enlargèd winds, that curl the flood,
24Know no such liberty.
25Stone walls do not a prison make,
26Nor iron bars a cage;
27Minds innocent and quiet take
28That for an hermitage.
29If I have freedom in my love,
30And in my soul am free,
31Angels alone, that soar above,
32Enjoy such liberty.
When Love with unconfinèd wings
Hovers within my gates,
And my divine Althea brings
To whisper at the grates;
When I lie tangled in her hair
And fettered to her eye,
The birds that wanton in the air
Know no such liberty.
When flowing cups run swiftly round,
With no allaying Thames,
Our careless heads with roses bound,
Our hearts with loyal flames;
When thirsty grief in wine we steep,
When healths and draughts go free,
Fishes, that tipple in the deep,
Know no such liberty.
When, like committed linnets, I
With shriller throat shall sing
The sweetness, mercy, majesty,
And glories of my King;
When I shall voice aloud how good
He is, how great should be,
Enlargèd winds, that curl the flood,
Know no such liberty.
Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage.
If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone, that soar above,
Enjoy such liberty.
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