Love has earth to which she clings <br />With hills and circling arms about-- <br />Wall within wall to shut fear out. <br />But Though has need of no such things, <br />For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings. <br /> <br />On snow and sand and turn, I see <br />Where Love has left a printed trace <br />With straining in the world's embrace. <br />And such is Love and glad to be <br />But Though has shaken his ankles free. <br /> <br />Though cleaves the interstellar gloom <br />And sits in Sirius' disc all night, <br />Till day makes him retrace his flight <br />With smell of burning on every plume, <br />Back past the sun to an earthly room. <br /> <br />His gains in heaven are what they are. <br />Yet some say Love by being thrall <br />And simply staying possesses all <br />In several beauty that Thought fares far <br />To find fused in another star.<br /><br />Robert Lee Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bond-and-free-2/
