Could I but ride indefinite
As doth the Meadow Bee
And visit only where I liked
And No man visit me

And flirt all Day with Buttercups
And marry whom I may
And dwell a little everywhere
Or better, run away

With no Police to follow
Or chase me if I do
Till I should jump Peninsulas
To get away from you—

I said "But just to be a Bee"
Upon a Raft of Air
And row in Nowhere all Day long
And anchor "off the Bar"
What Liberty! So Captives deem
Who tight in Dungeons are.