SHALL I go bound and you go free,
And love one so removed from me?
Not so; the falcon o’er my brow
Hath better quest, I dare avow!
And must I run where you will ride,
And must I stay where you abide?
Not so; the feather that I wear
Is from an eyrie in the air!
And must I climb a broken stair,
And must I pace a chamber bare?
Not so; the Brenny plains are wide
And there are banners where I ride!