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You Ask Me, Why, Tho' Ill At Ease - Poem byAlfred Lord TennysonYou ask me, why, tho' ill at ease,Within this region I subsist,Whose spirits falter in the mist,And languish for the purple seas.It is the land that freemen till,That sober-suited Freedom chose,The land, where girt with friends or foesA man may speak the thing he will;A land of settled government,A land of just and old renown,Where Freedom slowly broadens downFrom precedent to precedent:
Where faction seldom gathers head,But by degrees to fullness wrought,The strength of some diffusive thoughtHath time and space to work and spread.
Should banded unions persecuteOpinion, and induce a timeWhen single thought is civil crime,And individual freedom mute;
Tho' Power should make from land to landThe name of Britain trebly great--Tho' every channel of the StateShould fill and choke with golden sand--
Yet waft me from the harbour-mouth,Wild wind! I seek a warmer sky,And I will see before I dieThe palms and temples of the South.聽
Alfred Lord Tennyson