“Thou can’st not touch the freedom of my mind”
“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..”
Though thou wouldst have me locked within a cell,
So like the virus thou wouldst keep from me
The mind is its own place, can make a heav’n of hell.
Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind,
Nor of mine eyes, for I am free to see,
Though thou wouldst have me child-like, mole-like, blind
Tis not within thy power. I comprehend
The limits of thy would-be endless reach,
Though thou might bind my tongue or gag my speech,
Though thou might seek to dull our frightened brains,
Thou hast not yet, and thus freedom remains,
For us to serve until our tranquil end.