To Althea From Prison
Richard Lovelace, Hubert Parry
When Love with unconfined wings
Hovers within my Gates;
And my divine Althea brings
To whisper at the Grates:
When I lye tangled in her haire
Or fetterd to her eye;
The Gods, that wanton in the Aire
Know no such Liberty
When flowing Cups run swiftly round
With no allaying Thames
Our carelesse heads with Roses crowned
Our hearts with Loyall Flames;
When thirsty griefe in Wine we steepe
When Healths and draughts go free
Fishеs that tipple in the Deepe
Know no such Libеrtie
Stone Walls doe not a Prison make
Nor I'ron bars a Cage;
Mindes innocent and quiet take
That for an Hermitage;
If I have freedome in my Love
And in my soule am free;
Angels alone that sore above
Injoy such Liberty