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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!