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SIR WALTER RALEIGH TO A CAGED LINNET.
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH TO A CAGED LINNET.
(1608.)
Thou tiny solace of these prison days,
Too long already have I kept thee here;
With every week thou hast become more dear—
So dear that I will free thee: fly thy way.
Too long already have I kept thee here;
With every week thou hast become more dear—
So dear that I will free thee: fly thy way.
Man, the alternate slave and tyrant, lays
Too soon on others what he hath to bear.
Thy cage is in my cage; but, never fear,
The sun once more shall bathe thee with its rays.
Too soon on others what he hath to bear.
Thy cage is in my cage; but, never fear,
The sun once more shall bathe thee with its rays.
Fly forth, and tell the sunny woods how oft
I think of them, and stretch my limbs in thought
Upon their fragrant mosses green and soft;
I think of them, and stretch my limbs in thought
Upon their fragrant mosses green and soft;
And whistle all the whistlings God hath taught
Thy throat, to other songsters high aloft—
Not to a captive who can answer nought.
Thy throat, to other songsters high aloft—
Not to a captive who can answer nought.
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