A captive greets thee, coming from a house
Of bondage, from yon City’s walls set free,
A prison where he hath been long immured.
Now I am free, enfranchised and at large,
May fix my habitation where I will.
…
Trances of thought and mountings of the mind
Come fast upon me: it is shaken off,
As by miraculous gift ’tis shaken off,
That burthen of my own unnatural self,
The heavy weight of many a weary day
Not mine, and such as were not made for me.
-William Wordsworth, The Prelude, Book One