Burst are his bonds, he is free!
Now may you read his story
On the face upturned to the sky;
“A young man sick of living,
And a strong man glad to die!”
V
WISHES
I would I were you, you scaly fish, swim-swimming in the sea,
Or a fox upon the hillside there, a hunter bold and free,
Anything but the man I am, crying, dear God, to thee!
I would I were you, you black sea-weed, toss-tossing on the sea,