Calling and bawling that thou set something free.
Strophe III.
But where is the something—a land
In the east or the uttermost west—
A land with a grievance, a curse?
I heed not her name or her place.
So shame on her brow be a brand,
So she have but a scourged white breast,
And a name that will scan in verse;
And I ask for the royal race,