See the kite's sway in the sky:
Papered soul pulls for escaping fly,
Corded attachment but to the earthly;—
The life force to its limits finally.
The will of the soul for free float,
Alas! Possible only jerks lot,
Till the last drop hot,
The instinct, the desire leaves not.
And the momentary penury released,
As if to get the prisoner appeased,
What a beggar the besieged!
Pious but still teased.
Yes, broken at last! That wondrous free flight,
Alas but until fall for earthly delight.
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