Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (18091892)Of old sat Freedom on the Heights
O
The thunders breaking at her feet:
Above her shook the starry lights:
She heard the torrents meet.
Self-gather’d in her prophet-mind,
But fragments of her mighty voice
Came rolling on the wind.
To mingle with the human race,
And part by part to men reveal’d
The fullness of her face—
From her isle-altar gazing down,
Who, God-like, grasps the triple forks,
And, King-like, wears the crown:
The wisdom of a thousand years
Is in them. May perpetual youth
Keep dry their light from tears;
Make bright our days and light our dreams,
Turning to scorn with lips divine
The falsehood of extremes!