Percy Bysshe Shelley

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To the Republicans of North America

Brothers! between you and me
   Whirlwinds sweep and billows roar:
Yet in spirit oft I see
   On thy wild and winding shore
Freedom's bloodless banners wave,— 
Feel the pulses of the brave
Unextinguished in the grave,—
   See them drenched in sacred gore,—
Catch the warrior's gasping breath
Murmuring 'Liberty or death!'

Shout aloud! Let every slave,
   Crouching at Corruption's throne,
Start into a man, and brave
   Racks and chains without a groan:
And the castle's heartless glow, 
And the hovel's vice and woe,
Fade like gaudy flowers that blow—
   Weeds that peep, and then are gone
Whilst, from misery's ashes risen,
Love shall burst the captive's prison.

Cotopaxi! bid the sound
   Thro’ thy sister mountains ring,
Till each valley smile around
   At the blissful welcoming!
And, O thou stern Ocean deep, 
Thou whose foamy billows sweep
Shores where thousands wake to weep
   Whilst they curse a villain king,
On the winds that fan thy breast
Bear thou news of Freedom's rest!
Earth’s remotest bounds shall start;
   Every despot’s bloated check.
Pallid as his bloodless heart,
   Frenzy, woe and dread shall speak…
Blood may fertilize the tree
Of new bursting liberty;
Let the guiltiness then be
   On the slaves that ruin wreak,
On the unnatural tyrant brood
Slow to Peace and swift to blood.

Can the daystar dawn of love,
   Where the flag of war unfurled
Floats with crimson stain above
   Such a desolated world?…
The fabric of a ruined world?
Never! but to vengeance driven 
When the patriot's spirit shriven
Seeks in death its native Heaven!
   Then to speechless horror hurled,
Widowed love may balm thy bier,
of its memory with a tear.