Toiling love, loose your pack, <br />All your sighs and tears unbind: <br />Care's a ware will break a back, <br />Will not bend a maiden's mind. <br />In this State a man shall need <br />Neither priest nor law giver: <br />Those same lips that are his creed <br />Shall confess their worshipper. <br />All the laws he must obey, <br />Now in force and now repeal'd, <br />Shift in eyes that shift as they, <br />Till alike with kisses seal'd.<br /><br />Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/written-upon-love-s-frontier-post/
