No
rack can
torture me,
My soul's at
liberty,
Behind this
mortal bone
There knits a bolder one
You cannot
prick with saw
Nor rend with
scimitar.
Two bodies therefore be;
Bind one, and one will flee.
The
eagle of his nest
No easier
divest
And gain the sky,
Than mayest thou,
Except thyself may be
Thine
enemy;
Captivity is
consciousness,
So's liberty.
Written by Emily Dickinson. copyright information in that node.