Sonnet To Liberty

by Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)
Not 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,
Mirror my wildest passions like the sea, --
And give my rage a brother -- ! Liberty!
For this sake only do my dissonant cries
Delight my discreet soul, else might all kings
By bloody knout or treacherous cannonades
Rob nations of their rights inviolate
And I remain unmoved -- and yet, and yet,
These Christs that die on the barricades,
God knows it I am with them, in some things.

Published by Robin

I'm a retired journalist who still has stories to tell. This seems to be a good place to tell them.

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