When Love with unconfind wings
Hovers1 within my gates，
And my pine Althea brings
To whisper at the grates；
When I lie tangled2 in her hair
And fettered3 to her eye，
The birds that wanton in the air
Know no such liberty.
When flowing cups run swiftly round，
With no allaying4 Thames，
Our careless heads with roses bound，
Our hearts with loyal flames；
When thirsty grief in wine we steep，
When healths and draughts5 go free，
Fishes， that tipple6 in the deep，
Know no such liberty.
When， like committed linnets， I
With shriller throat shall sing
The sweetness， mercy， majesty7，
And glories of my King；
When I shall voice aloud how good
He is， how great should be，
Enlargd winds， that curl the flood，
Know no such liberty.
Stone walls do not a prison make，
Nor iron bars a cage；
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for a hermitage.
If I have freedom in my love，
And in my soul am free，
Angels alone， that soar above，
Enjoy such liberty.