There I am, in the fallen leaves,

Scattered on the floor,

And sometimes in the wild breeze,

That blows on the shore.

I sometimes cry with the dark clouds,

That hover around the moon,

Or maybe fret with the restless rays,

Miserable at noon.

I ripple with the merry stream,

That sings its way along,

And fly away with the gentle wind,

That blows through night and morn.

I find myself in all these things,

And yet I am alone,

Trapped, as if, in a cage,

Of flesh and blood and bone !