The Freeman Of The Hills

I have no master but the wind, My only liege the sun; All bonds and ties I leave behind, Free as the wolf I run. My master wind is passionless, He neither chides nor charms; He fans me or he freezes me, And helps are quick as harms.

He never turns to injure me, And when his voice is high I crouch behind a rock and see His storm of snows go by. He too is subject of the sun, As all things earthly are, Where'er he flies, where'er I run, We know our kingly star.