Disclaimer: There are those that interpret what I am about to share with you as a religious text. I do not agree with this perspective and merely enjoy the writing, which is superior in many, many ways.
"As little flowers, which the chill of night
has bend and huddled, when the white sun strikes,
grow straight and open fully on their stems,
so did I, too, with my exhausted force;
and such warm daring rushed into my heart
that I--as one who has been freed--began:"
