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.
(Florence Wilkinson)
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