Emancipation

No rack can torture me,

My soul 's at liberty.

Behind this mortal bone

There knits a bolder one

You cannot prick with saw,

Nor rend with scymitar.

Two bodies therefore be;

Bind one, and one will flee.

The eagle of his nest

No easier divest

And gain the sky,

Than mayest thou.

Except thyself may be

Thine enemy;

Captivity is consciousness,

So 's liberty.