 | Collected poems of Thomas Hardy |  |
THE CAGED GOLDFINCH
Within a churchyard, on a recent grave,
I saw a little cage
That jailed a goldfinch. All was silence save
Its hops from stage to stage.
I saw a little cage
That jailed a goldfinch. All was silence save
Its hops from stage to stage.
There was inquiry in its wistful eye,
And once it tried to sing;
Of him or her who placed it there, and why,
No one knew anything.
And once it tried to sing;
Of him or her who placed it there, and why,
No one knew anything.
| Collected poems of Thomas Hardy | |