Classic Poem

A BOUT this heart thou hast
Thy chains made fast,
And think'st thou I would be
Therefrom set free,
And forth unbound be cast?

The ocean would as soon
Entreat the moon
To unsay the magic verse
That seals him hers
From silver noon to noon!

She stooped her pearly head
Seaward, and said:
" Would'st thou I gave to thee
Thy liberty,
In Time's youth forfeited? "

And from his inmost hold
The answer rolled:
" Thy bondslave to remain
Is sweeter pain,
Dearer an hundredfold. "