Think not, not for a moment let your mind, br Wearied with thinking, doze upon the thought br That the work's done and the long day behind, br And beauty, since 'tis paid for, can be bought. br If in the moonlight from the silent bough br Suddenly with precision speak your name br The nightingale, be not assured that now br His wing is limed and his wild virtue tame. br Beauty beyond all feathers that have flown br Is free; you shall not hood her to your wrist, br Nor sting her eyes, nor have her for your own br In an fashion; beauty billed and kissed br Is not your turtle; tread her like a dove br She loves you not; she never heard of love.br br Edna St.