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Oscar Wilde (18541900). Poems. 1881.



2. Sonnet to Liberty





N OT that I love thy children, whose dull eyes See nothing save their own unlovely woe, Whose minds know nothing, nothing care to know, But that the roar of thy Democracies, Thy reigns of Terror, thy great Anarchies, 5 Mirror my wildest passions like the sea, And give my rage a brother! Liberty! For this sake only do thy dissonant cries Delight my discreet soul, else might all kings By bloody knout or treacherous cannonades 10 Rob nations of their rights inviolate And I remain unmovedand yet, and yet, These Christs that die upon the barricades, God knows it I am with them, in some things.



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