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[Greek: autarkeia]
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.