Dear birds, that flutter happily Against the grey stone wall, That hides the joyous sun from me, Do you not hear my call? Each weary day when you go past To strut and perch up there, -- Or when you soar away so fast, I watch you, -- and I care: For, in your iridescent flight, My eyes have learned to see How, in this strange and man-made night, One thing, at least, goes free. And do you know what you have taught In low and cooing cries? Though much is gone, they have not bought The part of me that flies! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GRANDMOTHER'S APOLOGY by ALFRED TENNYSON THE ROYAL CROWN by ISRAEL ABRAHAMS MERCHANT ADVENTURERS (WITH ACKNOWLEDGMENTS TO SIMEON STRUNSKY) by BERTON BRALEY HUNTING SEASON by MARGUERITE KEARNS BURNETT AN IDLE SONG by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR LINES AT NIGHT by JULIET H. CAMPBELL LONELINESS by VIRGINIA LEWIS CARPENTER DAYBREAK by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE ON THE REFUSAL OF OXFORD TO SUBSCRIDBE TO HIS TRANSLATION by WILLIAM COWPER |