'Bouyant III'

"I will remember what I was, I am sick of rope and chains -

I will remember my old strength and all my forest affairs.

I will not sell my back to man for a bundle of sugar cane;

I will go out to my own kind, and the wood-folk in their lairs.

I will go out until the day, until the morning break -

Out to the wind's untainted kiss, the water's clean caress;

I will forget my ankle-ring and snap my picket stake.

I will revisit my lost love and playmates masterless!"

— kipling