Fast bound in Love's sweet Chains am I,
Yet not a king so free;
O may I fettered live and die
A captive, Love, to thee!
I would not, if I might, arise
So dear my bonds have grown,
For in thine eyes my kingdom lies,
And there I reign alone!
Oh, Love! In all the world's wide space
My one desire art thou;
I would not change they soft embrace
For sceptred freedom now;
and night or day I only pray
Thy captive still to be,
and ever in thy heart to stay
In such sweet slavery!
M. J. Farrah
from The Royal Magazine -February, 1900.
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