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��C* OULD 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.

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