OH thou token loved of joys now perish'd <br /> <br />That I still wear from my neck suspended, <br />Art thou stronger than our spirit-bond so cherish'd? <br /> <br />Or canst thou prolong love's days untimely ended? <br /> <br />Lily, I fly from thee! I still am doom'd to range <br />Thro' countries strange, <br /> <br />Thro' distant vales and woods, link'd on to thee! <br />Ah, Lily's heart could surely never fall <br /> <br />So soon away from me! <br /> <br />As when a bird bath broken from his thrall, <br /> <br />And seeks the forest green, <br />Proof of imprisonment he bears behind him, <br />A morsel of the thread once used to bind him; <br /> <br />The free-born bird of old no more is seen, <br /> <br />For he another's prey bath been.<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-golden-heart-that-he-wore-around-his-neck/
