Chapter 20 No.20

Give heed, enthusiasts, unto the heart!

For mine condemns me to a life apart,

Bound by unmerciful and cruel ties,

He dwells with joy, there where he faints and dies.

At every hour I call him back by thoughts:

A rebel he, like gerfalcon insane,

He feels no more the hand that did restrain,

And is gone forth not to return again.