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Thus am I mine own prison. Everything / Around me free and sunny and at ease: / Or if in shadow, in a shade of trees / Which the sun kisses, where the gay birds sing / And where all winds make various murmuring; / Where bees are found, with honey for the bees; / Where sounds are music, and where silences / Are music of an unlike fashioning. / Then gaze I at the merrymaking crew, / And smile a moment and a moment sigh / Thinking: Why can I not rejoice with you? / But soon I put the foolish fancy by: / I am not what I have nor what I do; / But what I was I am, I am even I.