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The Heart's Country

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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