O Liberty ! with profitless endeavour
Have I pursued thee, many a weary hour ;
But thou nor swell'st the victor's strain, nor ever
Didst breathe thy soul in forms of human power
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This is what great poets are capable of- - - - - - - -The guide of homeless winds, and playmate of the waves! And there I felt thee! - on that sea-cliff's verge, Whose pines, scarce travelled by the breeze above, Had made one murmur with the distant surge!
O Liberty! my spirit felt thee there. Great conceptualization.