Upon the wicked waybursts strained
A melody, utmost unchained~

Ways of ways in wildborn days
In rays of rays of suns to shine
Where swirling pearls of curling girls
May laugh in all their whirling plays

And after setting sun to raise
The stars of all those long lost days
When childhood’s end was but a gaze
Beyond a rising moon

The tunes of tunes that play such loons
To laugh and dance in scatter plumes
Would rather chance such hardships much
Within their padded rooms

One day, one day, they say in strain
On day, my love, I’ll be unchained
To scamper wild and free

And till that day be done, until…
I am only me