Now I find my good men. Are gathered in the night. To wait in silence, not to sleep. And the glorious word of liberty. They whisper and murmur. Till in unaccustomed strangeness. On the steps of our temper. Once again in delight they cry. Freedom! Freedom!
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: deutsch
- Born: August 28, 1749
- Died: March 22, 1832
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