Robert Frost   
Away

Now I out walking 
The world desert, 
And my shoe and my stocking 
Do me no hurt.   

I leave behind 
Good friend in town. 
Let them get well-wined 
And go lie down.   

Don’t think I leave 
For the outer dark 
Like Adam and Eve 
Put out of the Park.   

Forget the myth
There is no one 
I Am put out with 
Or put out by.   

Unless I’m wrong 
I but obey 
The urge of a song: 
"I’m-bound-away!"  

And I may return 
If dissatisfied 
With what I learn 
From having died.