Kings’ Prisoners.
Love in his net hath taken us, and
bound us,1
Hath pinioned hands and fee right fast within,2
Our master’s mesh of gold goes round and round us,3
Cunningly wrought, and fairy fine and thin,4
To hold us in.5
O Love Divine, O larger Love, come take us,6
Weave Thy sweet net ourside our house of love ;7
Prisoners of Love, O Love Divine, come make us,8
Caught in thy snares, and seeming not to rove9
Outside Thy Love.10