The Collar

I struck the board, and cried, “No more;
I will abroad!
What? shall I ever sigh and pine?
My lines and life are free;
And when I bury my crown,
With all my sins and stains,
I do but leaf it—
For with spirits bright and clear,
Shall I seek the sun.
This glass mirrors no grieving soul!
Those graceless hours have all been spent;
When hearts have surely bled.

• George Herbert