Poem by Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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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 rushing 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 warriora leading,
  Of an archer's green wood tree; --
My heart in chains is bleeding; --
  And I dream of all things free.

1. Joan of Arc in Rheims
2. The Music of St. Patrick’s
3. Eryri Wen
4. Lines Written for the Album at Rosanna
5. The Rock of Cader Idris

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