قصيدة The Collar
;I struck the board, and cried, “No more !I will abroad ?What? shall I ever sigh and pine ,My lines and life are free, free as the road
;I struck the board, and cried, “No more !I will abroad ?What? shall I ever sigh and pine ,My lines and life are free, free as the road
,Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright ;The bridal of the earth and sky ,The dew shall weep thy fall to-night .For thou must die