Freedom by George William Russell — Read

I will not follow you, my bird, / I will not follow you.

I would not breathe a word, my bird, / To bring thee here anew.

I love the free in thee, my bird, / The lure of freedom drew; / The light you fly toward, my bird, / I fly with thee unto.

And there we yet will meet, my bird, / Though far I go from you, / Where in the light outpoured, my bird, / Are love and freedom too.