I will forget my ankle-ring and snap my picket-stake.

I will revisit my lost loves, and playmates masterless!

I will remember what I was, I am sick of rope and chain⁠— I will remember my old strength and all my forest affairs. I will not sell my back to man for a bundle of sugarcane, I will go out to my own kind, and the wood-folk in their lairs.

I will go out until the day, until the morning break, Out to the winds’ untainted kiss, the waters’ clean caress: I will forget my ankle-ring and snap my picket-stake. I will revisit my lost loves, and playmates masterless!