I am alone: even ranked with multitudes...

I am alone: even ranked with multitudes: And they alone, each man. So are we free. For some few friends of me, some earth of mine, Some shrines, some dreams I dream, some hopes that emerge From the rude stone of life vaguely, and tend Toward form in me: the progeny of dreams I father; even this England which is mine Whereof no man has seen the loveliness As with mine eyes: and even too, my God Whom none have known as I: for these I fight, For mine own self, that thus in giving self Prodigally, as a mere breath in the air, I may possess myself, and spend me so Mingling with earth, and dreams, and God: and being In them the master of all these in me, Perfected thus. Fight for your own dreams, you.