danny

Now Free,
Free as a bird to settle where I will.
What dwelling shall receive me?
In what vale, Shall be my harbour?
underneath what grove
Shall I take up my home?
and what clear stream shall lull me into rest?

The earth is all before me, with a heart
Joyous, nor scared by its own liberty,
I look about, and should the chosen guide
be nothing more than a wandering cloud
I cannot miss my own way.

— William Wordsworth

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