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I follow some wild river,
    On whose breast no sail may be;
Dark woods around it shiver—
    —I dream of all things free!

Of a happy forest child,
    With the fawns and flowers at play;
Of an Indian midst the wild,
    With the stars to guide his way:
Of a chief his warriors leading,
    Of an archer's greenwood tree:—
—My heart in chains is bleeding,
    And I dream of all things free!