We are Free
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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Published 01/07/1880
The winds, as at their hour of birth,
Leaning upon the ridgéd sea,
Breathed low around the rolling earth
With mellow preludes, 'We are free.'
The streams through many a lilied row
Down-carolling to the crispéd sea,
Low-tinkled with a bell-like flow
Atween the blossoms, 'We are free.'