Bond and Free

by Robert Frost

　　

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Love has earth to which she clingsWith hills and circling arms about––Wall within wall to shut fear out.But Thought has need of no such things,For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings. On snow and sand and turf, I seeWhere Love has left a printed traceWith straining in the world’s embrace.And such is Love and glad to be.But Thought has shaken his ankles free. Thought cleaves the interstellar gloomAnd sits in Sirius’ disc all night,Till day makes him retrace his flight,With smell of burning on every plume,Back past the sun to an earthly room. His gains in heaven are what they are.Yet some say Love by being thrallAnd simply staying possesses allIn several beauty that Thought fares farTo find fused in another star.

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