Thine Own
To live and not be Thine Own,
Like Springtime is when birds are flown;
Or liberty in prison bars,
Or evening skies without the stars;
Like diamonds that are lusterless,
Or rest when there’s no weariness;
Like lovely flower that have no scent,
Or music when the sound is spent.
Source: She Wields a Pen: American Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century (University of Iowa Press, 1997)