Take heed:  for the tide of time is risen: 
      It is full not yet, though now so high
    That spirits and hopes long pent in prison
      Feel round them a sense of freedom nigh,
And a savour keen and sweet of brine and billow,
  And a murmur deep and strong of deepening strength. 
Though the watchman dream, with sloth or pride for pillow,
  And the night be long, not endless is its length. 
    From the springs of dawn, from clouds that sever
      From the equal heavens and the eastward sea,
    The witness comes that endures for ever,
      Till men be brethren and thralls be free.

III.

    But the wind of the wings of dawn expanding
      Strikes chill on your hearts as change and death. 
    Ye are old, but ye have not understanding,
      And proud, but your pride is a dead man’s breath. 
And your wise men, toward whose words and signs ye hearken,
  And your strong men, in whose hands ye put your trust,
Strain eyes to behold but clouds and dreams that darken,
  Stretch hands that can find but weapons red with rust. 
    Their watchword rings, and the night rejoices,
      But the lark’s note laughs at the night-bird’s notes—­
    ’Is virtue verily found in voices? 
      Or is wisdom won when all win votes?

IV.

    ’Take heed, ye unwise indeed, who listen
      When the wind’s wings beat and shift and change;
    Whose hearts are uplift, whose eyeballs glisten,
      With desire of new things great and strange. 
Let not dreams misguide nor any visions wrong you: 
  That which has been, it is now as it was then. 
Is not Compromise of old a god among you? 
  Is not Precedent indeed a king of men? 
    But the windy hopes that lead mislead you,
      And the sounds ye hear are void and vain. 
    Is a vote a coat? will franchise feed you,
      Or words be a roof against the rain?

V.

    ’Eight ages are gone since kingship entered,
      With knights and peers at its harnessed back,
    And the land, no more in its own strength centred,
      Was cast for a prey to the princely pack. 
But we pared the fangs and clipped the ravening claws of it,
  And good was in time brought forth of an evil thing,
And the land’s high name waxed lordlier in war because of it,
  When chartered Right had bridled and curbed the king. 
    And what so fair has the world beholden,
      And what so firm has withstood the years,
    As Monarchy bound in chains all golden,
      And Freedom guarded about with peers?

VI.