Friday 3 September 2010

An Aside to Sir Henry Wotton

How happy he in freedom's fall
Falls flat, unchecked with common chains
Of desire's unrelenting call
Thought harmless in its restless claims.

Maybe work's so timetabled bores
Unfolds those two unpracticed wings,
Denied, now tried it gladly soars
With freedom's flight, it sadly sings.

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