I
THIS weak and silken love that meshes me
Break strand from strand, O branches of the hill!
Brave wind that whips me breathless, tear me free!
The witch's cobweb clings and shivers still.
Break strand from strand, O branches of the hill!
Brave wind that whips me breathless, tear me free!
The witch's cobweb clings and shivers still.
Now ferns there were, and fretted sun above:
I plunged me where the silver water fell,
But could not drown the little singing love—
The little love that murmured like a shell.
I plunged me where the silver water fell,
But could not drown the little singing love—
The little love that murmured like a shell.
Swift, swift, to drink my freedom at its flood,
I ran with flying feet and lips apart,
But love was wilder than my leaping blood—
Ah, louder than the beating of my heart.
I ran with flying feet and lips apart,
But love was wilder than my leaping blood—
Ah, louder than the beating of my heart.
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