I am alone: even ranked with multitudes...

I am alone: even ranked with multitudes:

And they alone, each man.

So are we free.

For some few friends of me, some earth of mine,

Some shrines, some dreams I dream, some hopes that emerge

From the rude stone of life vaguely, and tend

Toward form in me: the progeny of dreams

I father; even this England which is mine

Whereof no man has seen the loveliness

As with mine eyes: and even too, my God

Whom none have known as I: for these I fight,

For mine own self, that thus in giving self

Prodigally, as a mere breath in the air,

I may possess myself, and spend me so

Mingling with earth, and dreams, and God: and being

In them the master of all these in me,

Perfected thus.

Fight for your own dreams, you.