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To Althea, From Prison

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When love, with unconfined wings,
  Hovers within my gates,
And my divine Althea brings
  To whisper at the grates;
When I lie tangled in her hair,
  And fetter'd to her eye--
The birds that wanton in the air,
  Know no such liberty.

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Stone walls do not a prison make,
  Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
  That for an hermitage.
If I have freedom in my love,
  And in my soul am free,--
Angels alone, that soar above,
  Enjoy such liberty.

Richard Lovelace (1618–1657)

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