You’re free at last. Get away from my face.
You’re free, and all attachments of every kind are gone,
No more, no more, the slavish pleadings of my gender and my race.
Get out. Take yourself from my sloping lawn.
No more will I kiss you, or take you in my arms
In the international context of warnings and alarms.
The sheets are washed. Our souls free of wet disgrace.
Free is free. Gatherings not measured. Platitudes are gone.
You wanted to be free. You are free. Leave me.
Stop thinking I will come after you.
The world is large. She told me what to do.