Poems, Chiefly Lyrical/We are Free

by Alfred Tennyson

WE ARE FREE.

 

The winds, as at their hour of birth,Leaning upon the ridgéd sea,Breathed low around the rolling earthWith mellow preludes, 'We are free.'The streams through many a lilied rowDown-carolling to the crispéd sea,Low-tinkled with a bell-like flowAtween the blossoms, 'We are free.'