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Could I but ride indefinite
As doth the Meadow Bee
And visit only where I liked
And No one 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 Him if He do
Till He should jump Peninsulas
To get away from me—
 
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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