I Was Born Free As

I Will Make Thee Think Thy Swan A Crow.

And When I Am Forgotten, As I Shall Be, And Asleep In Dull Cold Marble, Where No Mention Of Me Must Be Heard Of, Say, I Taught Thee.

A Grandma's Name Is Little Less In Love Than Is The Doting Title Of A Mother.

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here? Turn Back, Dull Earth, And Find Thy Centre Out.

Let The End Try The Man.