I will break through my bondage. Let me be
Homeless once more, a wanderer on the Earth,
Marked with my soul's sole care for company,
Like Cain, lest I do murder on my hearth.
I ask not others' goods, nor wealth nor worth,
Nor the world's kindness, which should comfort me,
But to forget the story of my birth,
And go forth naked of all name, but free.
Where the flowers blow, there let me sit and dream.
Where the rain falls, ah! leave my tears their way.
Where men laugh loud, I too will join the hymn,
And in God's congregation let me pray.
Only alone--I ask this thing--alone,
Where none may know me, or have ever known.
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Iii
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Poem topics: birth, dream, god, murder, rain, world, pray, soul, kindness, earth, wealth, laugh, story, forget, comfort, company, worth, break, alone, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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