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Florence Wilkinson

Hill people turn to their hills;
 Sea-folk are sick for the sea:
Thou art my land and my country,
 And my heart calls out for thee.

The bird beats his wings for the open,
 The captive burns to be free;
But I—I cry at thy window,
 For thou art my liberty.

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From The Little Book of Modern Verse | 1913

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