Classic Poem

WHEREIN HE REGRETS HIS LOSS OF LIBERTY AND CONFESSES HIS PRESENT VASSALAGE

Ah Liberty, so lovely, so denied!
Alas, how well you teach my bitter heart
To mourn that peace it knew before Love's dart
Smote me the great wound perilous in my side!
Mine eyes are bandaged and bewitched, the pride
And power of reason dully draw apart,
Shun every task, turn blind and deaf to ARt,
By my own folly poisoned and defied.
Nothing but what pertains to her, my death,
Attracts my ears; and from my tongue there goes
No sound except her name's beloved breath;
Love to no other quarry my soul spurs,
No other path can pull my feet; nor knows
My hand to write in any praise but hers!