by Thomas Campbell (1777-1844)
from 'Palgraves Golden Treasury',
(an unending source of beauteous poems)
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How delicious is the winning
Of a kiss at love's beginning,
When two mutual hearts are sighing
For the knot there's no untying!
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Yet remember, 'midst your wooing,
Love has bliss, but Love has ruing;
Other smiles may make you fickle,
Tears for other charms may trickle.
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Love he comes, and Love he tarries,
Just as fate or fancy carries;
Longest stays, when sorest chidden;
Laughs and flies when press'd and bidden.
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Bind the sea to slumber stilly,
Bind its odour to the lily,
Bind the aspen ne'er to quiver,
Then bind Love to last for ever.
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Love's a fire that needs renewal
Of fresh beauty for its fuel:
Love's wing moults when caged and captured,
Only free, he soars enraptured.
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Can you keep the bee from ranging
Or the ringdove's neck from changing?
NO! nor fetter'd Love from dying
In the knot there's no untying.
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