I will break through my bondage. Let me be <br />Homeless once more, a wanderer on the Earth, <br />Marked with my soul's sole care for company, <br />Like Cain, lest I do murder on my hearth. <br />I ask not others' goods, nor wealth nor worth, <br />Nor the world's kindness, which should comfort me, <br />But to forget the story of my birth, <br />And go forth naked of all name, but free. <br />Where the flowers blow, there let me sit and dream. <br />Where the rain falls, ah! leave my tears their way. <br />Where men laugh loud, I too will join the hymn, <br />And in God's congregation let me pray. <br />Only alone--I ask this thing--alone, <br />Where none may know me, or have ever known.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-new-pilgrimage-sonnet-iii/
