Awaiting the Dawn

Author: Robert Frost

Bond and Free

     Love has earth to which she clings

     With 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 see

     Where Love has left a printed trace

     With 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 gloom

     And 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 thrall

     And simply staying possesses all

     In several beauty that Thought fares far

     To find fused in another star.

Peace.