Poetry: Sonnet: The Free Mind

Hich walls and the body moy conf.ne. And ron grates obatruct the prisoner's gaze, And ma3sive gitos mny bafílc his design, And vigilaiu keepers wntch his devious ways: Yet scorne the immortnl mind this base control! No chains can bind il, and no ccll enclose: Swifter than light, it flies irom pole to pole, And in a flash trom earth to heaven it gocs! It loaps from inount to mount; Irom vale to vale It vanders,plucking honeyed fruits and flowers, It visite home, to liear the fire-sidc tale, Or, in sweei.converse, pais the joyous hours. 'Tis up before the sun, roanüng afar, And, in its watche3, wearies every slar!