WHAT if I say I shall not wait?
What if I burst the sagacious gate -
And found my way to he?
What if I rested upon Heaven’s Loft,
Just under this December’s Frost -
To find Loving Liberty?

They cannot take us anymore -
Death may implore;
On the Blood in our Snow,
As laughter was Decades ago,
In the Valley of Bordeaux -
Or who died yesterday!