There stretch between us wonder-woven bonds,
Fine as a thread but strong as braided steel,—
A link that to each changing need responds,
Nor binds the butterfly upon the wheel.
For the coarse bondage sanctioned of men's law
I would not, though I could, these gossamers change,—
Give time and circumstance that leave to draw
Closer the net till nearness must estrange!
And yet a longing restless in me burns
To lock what never might the lock endure:—
As a glad sailor, sea-impassioned, yearns
That what he loves for being unsure, were sure,—
That the fierce doubtful splendor of bright foam
Might somehow, fierce and doubtful, light him home!