Love Sonnet 99: 'Young love alighted one day on my hands, '
Young love alighted one day on my hands,
As though a bird that perched to rest from flight,
I let it leave as freely as it lands,
Lest it would die if caught and grasped so tight;
Or I may have it caged, on second thought,
With needs supplied as would a prison wield,
And all its wishes to its fancy brought,
Except freedom, to which I could not yield;
But which of these is being loved the more,
The bird in hand, or one in bush released?
As birds when no longer able to soar,
Will have a life akin to one decreased;
.......How queer that love held loose could slip away,
.......But then, so very tight a grip could slay.
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