| NOT that I love thy children, whose dull eyes | |
| See nothing save their own unlovely woe, | |
| Whose minds know nothing, nothing care to know,— | |
| But that the roar of thy Democracies, | |
| Thy reigns of Terror, thy great Anarchies, | 5 |
| Mirror my wildest passions like the sea,— | |
| And give my rage a brother——! Liberty! | |
| For this sake only do thy dissonant cries | |
| Delight my discreet soul, else might all kings | |
| By bloody knout or treacherous cannonades | 10 |
| Rob nations of their rights inviolate | |
| And I remain unmoved—and yet, and yet, | |
| These Christs that die upon the barricades, | |
| God knows it I am with them, in some things. |
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Freedom and Liberty!
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