Thursday, June 05, 2008

now free,
Free as a bird to settle where i will.
What dwelling shall receive me?
in what vale shall be my harbour?
underneath what grove shall i take up my home?
and what clear stream, shall with its murmur lull me into rest?
The earth is all before me.
will a heart, Joyous, Nor scared at its own liberty,
i look about;
and should the chosen guide,
be nothing better than a wandering cloud,
i cannot miss my way.