Come, let me lift this suit of ego’s mail,
And now that sodden cloak of noble birth,
Strip off guilt’s lice-infested cap and veil—
No heraldry of quilt proclaims self-worth.

Self-hatred’s silks are remnants for the fire,
While jealousy has stained beyond repair
These shifts and undergarments. Free; entire;
A soul springs free in bliss from worldly care.