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Alice Meynell · Vanguardias / s. XX

To Althea, from prison

inglés

WHEN love with unconfined 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 crowned,
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,
Enlarged 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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Autor
Alice Meynell
Título
To Althea, from prison
Lengua
inglés
Época
Vanguardias / s. XX
Sala
La Biblioteca
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Cita recomendada
Alice Meynell, «To Althea, from prison», Poetósfera, poetosfera.com/p/ws-en-to-althea-from-prison--alice-meynell-2e9d42.html

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