The Romantic Genre

Sleepy eyes, open... free speech is on the horizon.
Speak your odes, and epodes, and haikus, and villanelles
Your ghazals, and your canzones, and your pentameters...
Speak hidden runes and riddles with every line
You nations... Persia... You discovered a mighty key
To the prospering of the Tongue...
Speak your poetry wisely, and rip the cloak and dagger 
From the tyrants who burden thy soul with dearth of thought.
Cry out, as Shelley, Wordsworth, Coleridge and Keats
As Blake and Byron and Southey, and Yeats
Will build a tradition, by which T. S. Eliot will destroy.
And like we now have, shall revert back to despotism.
But, 200 years of freedom were a wise thing.
Your poets will follow similar patterns.