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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 peninsulasTo get away from you,—
I said, but just to be a beeUpon a raft of air,And row in nowhere all day long,And anchor off the bar,—What liberty! So captives deemWho tight in dungeons are.