I'ma fugitive, I was shut up in myself as soon as I was born, but I manage to flee.--- If people get tired of being in the same place, why shouldn't they tire of having the same self ?--- My soul seeks me out, but I keep on the run and sincerely hope I'll never be found...

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The wind of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle---
Why not I with thine ?

See the mountain's kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdain'd its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea---
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me ?