love’s tokeu-flowers. 
03 
I would not bind thee by a spell, 
4 
Were mino a Circe’s skill, 
I could not love thee half so well 
But for thy curbless will; 
The fettered eagle ne’er should be 
An emblem meet for one like thee. 
I twine no garlands for thy brow, 
I weave no silken tie— 
Thou wert not worthy of my vow, 
Couldst thou in bondage sigh ; 
My heart’s deep faith I would not yield 
To one who bore a rusted shield. 
Go forth in hopefulness and pride, 
And while earth’s joys are thine, 
I ask not thou shouldst turn aside 
To friendship’s lonely shrine, 
Where kneeleth one who there always 
For thee in humble meekness prays. 
No thought in mirthful hour I claim— 
But when thy sorrows come, 
