Free love

MY love must be as free

As is the eagle's wing,

Hovering o'er land and sea

And every thing.

I must not dim my eye

In thy saloon,

I must not leave my sky

And nightly moon.

Be not the fowler's net

Which stays my flight,

And craftily is set

T' allure the sight,

But be the favoring gale

That bears me on,

And still doth fill my sail

When thou art gone.

I cannot leave my sky

For thy caprice,

True love would soar as high

As heaven is.

The eagle would not brook

Her mate thus won,

Who trained his eye to look

Beneath the sun.

Henry David Thoreau