Classic Poem

Yes, let me never, never turn from thee! —
Whether I be an instrument of use:
Or whether I am bound to bend the knee
In nothingness; — whether I can produce
Aught of effect; or whether, thou, t'unloose,
To unloose utterly, the mortal strings,
Which bind me to this world, see'st fit, with noose,
Hard as the gordian knot, to cramp my wings,
And stamp me while I live, vilest of vilest things!