For n'er does wit and wild imagination run
So far as 'neath the reins of rhyme and meter
Nor traverse such rich-hued inward fields
In search of one small word, the sound of which
exactly yields heart's truth, and makes it sing.
Thus is love. --And duty, done in love,
For two are one. Duty's bonds bite deep
Yet n'er would I my bondage from me cast,
For freedom, thusly sought, would die.
While I my people keep, my love keeps me.
And so, held doubly fast, my spirit takes to wing
My heartbeat bravely measures time
And all my mirth spills over into rhyme.
A/N: I've got some beta questions, especially about the meter, posted to my discussion. Please pop over and let me know what you think!
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