What if I say I shall not wait?
What if I burst the fleshly gate And pass, escaped, to thee?
What if I file this mortal off, See where it hurt me, -- that 's enough, --And wade in liberty?
They cannot take us any more,-- Dungeons may call, and guns implore;
Unmeaning now, to me, As laughter was an hour ago, Or laces, or a travelling show, Or who died yesterday!
