Poem: Emancipation

Updated May 6, 2020 | Infoplease Staff

Emancipation

 No rack can torture me, My soul's at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one  You cannot prick with saw, Nor rend with scymitar. Two bodies therefore be; Bind one, and one will flee.  The eagle of his nest No easier divest And gain the sky, Than mayest thou,  Except thyself may be Thine enemy; Captivity is consciousness, So's liberty.