Away!

Now I out walking

The world desert,

And my shoe and my stocking

Do me no hurt.

I leave behind

Good friends in town.

Let them get well-wined

And go lie down.

Don't think I leave

For the outer dark

Like Adam and Eve

Put out of the Park.

Forget the myth.

There is no one I

Am put out with

Or put out by.

Unless I'm wrong

I but obey

The urge of a song:

I'm—bound—away!

And I may return

If dissatisfied

With what I learn

From having died.