’(…) O my Gildéd Cage! for thee — not only have I sojourn’d — forbye got my stay fanciéd! — still! My question as sheeny glimmereth! for thou — my refuge, my drought quench’d thro’ thy goblet, my delightsome aliment! abroad want I be not — howbeit the accouchement meaneth attachment — ne’er slavery nor servance — behead me not — for I still adore thee! tho’ the various canvas calleth me — O my Gildéd Cage! for thee — not only have I sojourn’d — forbye got my stay fanciéd! — still! My question as sheeny glimmereth! — overcloudéd or overshinéd? — might I leave providing — my return I shall plight?’