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