Break free, my soul, good manners are thy tomb!

For milkmaids and queens and gipsy-princesses Dream and kiss blindfold or starve upon guesses.

'Shells with lip, or tooth, or bleeding gum, Tell-tale shells, and shells that whisper 'Come', Shells that stammer, blush, and yet are dumb - ' 'O let me hear!'

Then, cleaving the grass, gazelles appear (The gentler dolphins of kindlier waves) With sensitive heads alert of ear; Frail crowds that a delicate hearing save…

It is now almost my sole rule of life to clear myself of cants and formulas, as of poisonous Nessus shirts.

You wanted to look at life for yourself - but you were not allowed; you were punished for your wish. You were ground in the very mill of the conventional!

Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle…