Fetters

Arthur O'Shaughnessy

1844 to 1881

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Fetters - Track 1

In too much seeking love I found but grief; 
I have but multiplied the means of pain;
A thousand ties too poignant or too brief 
Bind me to things that love not back again.

All things with equal power my heart have won — 
Truth by its light, the Unknown by its veil — 
A tenuous gold thread binds me to the sun, 
And to each star a silken thread more frail.

The cadence chains me to the melody, 
Its velvet softness to the rose I touch; 
One smile soon robbed my eye of liberty, 
And for my mouth the first kiss did as much.

My life now hangs upon these fragile threads, 
Captive of all fair things I feel or see; 
Each breath that change or trouble o'er them sheds
Rends from my heart itself a part of me.

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