Page:Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine 34 1833.pdf/19



I dream of all things free! Of a gallant, gallant bark That sweeps through storm and sea, Like an arrow to its mark! Of a stag that o'er the hills Goes bounding in his glee; Of a thousand flashing rills— Of all things glad and free.

I dream of some proud bird, A bright-eyed mountain king! In my visions I have heard The rustling of his wing. I follow some wild river, On whose breast no sail may be; Dark woods around it shiver— —I dream of all things free!

Of a happy forest child, With the fawns and flowers at play; Of an Indian midst the wild, With the stars to guide his way: Of a chief his warriors leading, Of an archer's greenwood tree:— —My heart in chains is bleeding, And I dream of all things free!