To Althea From Prison - Fairport Convention

When love, with unconfined wings, hovers within my gates

And my divine althea brings to whisper at my grates

When I lie tangled in her hair and fettered with her eye

Birds that wanton in the air know no such liberty

When flowing cups run swiftly round with no allaying thames

Our careless heads with roses crowned, our hearts with royal flames

When first decreeth in wine we steep when healths and rafts run free

Fishes that tipple in the deep know no such liberty

Stone walls do not a prison make not iron bars a gate

Minds innocent and quiet take that as a hermitage

If I have freedom in my love and in my soul am free

Angels alone that soar above enjoy such liberty