If Hands Could Free You Heart

If hands could free you, heart,  Where would you fly?

Far, beyond every

Of earth this running

Makes desolate?  Would you

City and hill and sea,  If hands could set you free?

I would not lift the latch;  For I could

Through fields, pit-valleys,

All beauty under the sun—Still end in loss:

I should find no bent arm, no bed  To rest my head.