Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth ever afterward resumes its liberty.

I know I am deathless. No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before. I laugh at what you call dissolution, and I know the amplitude of time.

In all people I see myself - none more, and not one a barleycorn less; And the good or bad I say of myself, I say of them.

Surely whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him or her shall I follow.

If you want me again look for me under your boot soles.

Long have you timidly waded Holding a plank by the shore, Now I will you to be a bold swimmer, To jump off in the midst of the sea, Rise again, nod to me, shout, And laughingly dash with your hair.

The truest and greatest Poetry, (while subtly and necessarily always rhythmic, and distinguishable easily enough) can never again, in the English language, be express'd in arbitrary and rhyming metre, any more than the greatest eloquence, or the truest power and passion.