Unbind thee, love, unbind thee, love,

  From those dark ties unbind thee;

Tho' fairest hand the chain hath wove,

  Too long its links have twined thee.

Away from earth!—thy wings were made

  In yon mid-sky to hover,

With earth beneath their dove-like shade,

  And heaven all radiant over.

Awake thee, boy, awake thee, boy,

  Too long thy soul is sleeping;

And thou mayst from this minute's joy

  Wake to eternal weeping.

Oh, think, this world is not for thee;

  Tho' hard its links to sever;

Tho' sweet and bright and dear they be,

  Break or thou'rt lost for ever.