Freedom lies in being bold.
I am one who has been acquainted with the night
The nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all.
All the fun is in how you say a thing.
I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.