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.
Robert Frost , 1874-1963.
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