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.