ENGLAND

I am she that was and was not of thy chosen,

Free, and not free;

She that fed thy springs, till now her springs are frozen;

Yet I am she.

By the sea that clothed and sun that saw me splendid

And fame that crowned,

By the song-fires and the sword-fires mixed and blended

That robed me round;

By the star that Milton's soul for Shelley's lighted,

Whose rays insphere us;

By the beacon-bright Republic far-off sighted;