Classic Poem

O—we are free!
Earth herself has released us,
(The outcasts, the intelligent)
The grasses have let us go,
The green leaves have delivered us:
Even in old gardens the rhododendrons,
And, over the crumbling benches by the wells
The figs, have nothing to say to us,
Nor now in the worn ways the stones,
Nor the stars either.
O, we are free! We are
Free!