Explore "Could I but Ride Indefinite" by Emily Dickinson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
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.