 | The Complete Poems and Collected Letters of Adelaide Crapsey |  |
My Birds That Fly No Longer
Have ye forgot, sweet birds,
How near the heavens lie?
Drooping, sick-pinion'd, oh
Have ye forgot the sky?
How near the heavens lie?
Drooping, sick-pinion'd, oh
Have ye forgot the sky?
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The air that once I knew
Whispered celestial things;
I weep who hear no more
Upward and rushing wings.
Whispered celestial things;
I weep who hear no more
Upward and rushing wings.
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