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98
INTEREA.
When pain and stubborn sorrow first
Entrapped me, as a prisoned bird,
Moping, I deemed myself accurst,
Or raging on the bars I burst,
Yet nought but my own plumage stirred;
Alas! poor bird!
Entrapped me, as a prisoned bird,
Moping, I deemed myself accurst,
Or raging on the bars I burst,
Yet nought but my own plumage stirred;
Alas! poor bird!
Now, growing calmer, I'll be wise,
And bravely fold the quivering wing;—
But give the rein to eager eyes
To range unchecked the further skies,
And till my Winter melt in Spring,
I'll sit and sing!
And bravely fold the quivering wing;—
But give the rein to eager eyes
To range unchecked the further skies,
And till my Winter melt in Spring,
I'll sit and sing!
Eton, 1892.
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