Alfred Lord Tennyson – Robin’s Nest

Of Old Sat Freedom On The Heights

Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809‐1892) Of old sat Freedom on the heights, The thunders breaking at her feet: Above her shook the starry lights: She heard the torrents meet. There in her place she did rejoice, Self-gather’d in her prophet-mind, But fragments of her mighty voice Came rolling on the wind. Then stept she down thro’Continue reading “Of Old Sat Freedom On The Heights”