Could I But Ride Indefinite, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Could I but ride indefinite,
    As doth the meadow-bee,
    And visit only where I liked,
    And no man visit me,

    And flirt all day with buttercups,
    And marry whom I may,
    And dwell a little everywhere,
    Or better, run away

    With no police to follow,
    Or chase me if I do,
    Till I should jump peninsulas
    To get away from you, —

    I said, but just to be a bee
    Upon a raft of air,
    And row in nowhere all day long,
    And anchor off the bar,–
    What liberty! So captives deem
    Who tight in dungeons are.