THE caged bird, that all the autumn day In quiet dwells, when falls the autumn eve Seeks how its liberty it may achieve, Beats at the wires and its poor wings doth fray: For now desire of migrant change holds sway; This summer-vacant land it longs to leave, While its free peers on tireless pinions cleave The haunted twilight, speeding south their way. Not otherwise than as the prisoned bird, We here dwell careless of our captive state Until light dwindles, and the year grows late, And answering note to note no more is heard; Then, our loved fellows flown, the soul is stirred To follow them where summer has no date | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GIANT PUFFBALL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST by RUDYARD KIPLING THE NIGHT [NICHT] IS NEAR [NIGH] GONE by ALEXANDER MONTGOMERIE TO ADOLPHE GAIFFE by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE |