SONNET TO LIBERTY

Name: Eleutheria - Sonnet to Liberty
Author: Oscar Wilde

Not that I love thy children, whose dull eyes

See nothing save their own unlovely woe,

Whose minds know nothing, nothing care to know,-

But that the roar of thy Democracies,

Thy reigns of Terror, thy great Anarchies,

Mirror my wildest passions like the sea,

And give my rage a brother-! Liberty!

For his sake only do thy dissonant cries

Delight my discreet soul, else might all kings

By bloody knout or treacherous cannonades

Rob nations of their rights inviolate

And I remain unmoved- and yet, and yet,

These Christs that die upon the barricades,

God knows it I am with them, in some things.

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Chicago: Oscar Wilde, "Sonnet to Liberty," Eleutheria Original Sources, accessed April 3, 2025, http://originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=BW37G2SDBPSGLAV.

MLA: Wilde, Oscar. "Sonnet to Liberty." Eleutheria, Original Sources. 3 Apr. 2025. http://originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=BW37G2SDBPSGLAV.

Harvard: Wilde, O, 'Sonnet to Liberty' in Eleutheria. Original Sources, retrieved 3 April 2025, from http://originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=BW37G2SDBPSGLAV.