[Poems by Piatt in] Poems of two friends | ||
CAGED BIRDS.
Spell-bound within their cage, my heart,
Are sweetest birds that ever sing
On beams to heaven; they dream apart
Silent, with folded wing.
Are sweetest birds that ever sing
On beams to heaven; they dream apart
Silent, with folded wing.
Spring lays her blessing hands on all
The earth: it blossoms! Everything
Breathes—sings! They pass the festival
Silent, with folded wing.
The earth: it blossoms! Everything
Breathes—sings! They pass the festival
Silent, with folded wing.
You have the word, beloved one,
The magic key of opening:
O give these larks a morning sun—
Earth, heaven of you shall sing!
The magic key of opening:
O give these larks a morning sun—
Earth, heaven of you shall sing!
[Poems by Piatt in] Poems of two friends | ||