We Are Free.

The winds, as at their hour of birth,1
Leaning upon the ridgéd sea,2
Breathed low around the rolling earth3
With mellow preludes, We are free.”4
With streams through many a lilied row5
Down-carolling to the crispéd sea,6
Low-tinkled with a bell-like flow7
Atween the blossoms, We are free.”8