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.


Yet remember, midst your wooing,

Love has bliss, but love has ruing;

Other smiles may make you fickle,

Tears for other charms may trickle.


Love he comes, and love he tarries,

Just as fate or fancy carries,-

Longest stays when sorest chidden,

Laughs and flies when pressed and bidden.


Bind the sea to slumber stilly,

Bend its odor to the lily,

Bind the aspen ne’er to quiver,-

Then bind love to last forever!


Love is a fire that needs renewal

Of fresh beauty for its fuel;

Love’s wing moults when caged and captured,-

Only free he soars enraptured.


Can you keep the bee from ranging,

Or the ring-dove’s neck from changing?

No! nor fettered love from dying

In the knot there’s no untying.