THE life of the body's a cage, And the soul within it Frets to escape, to be free, Like a lark or a linnet. But since the struggle's in vain, She is weary ere long; She chirps and she sings a little To assuage her wrong. Behind the bars she sits brooding Her evil mishap, Like a wild little hare or a rabbit That's caught in a trap, Till, dazed with despair, she is weary, And struggles no more, But plays with the sun and leaf-shadow That dance on the floor. They call—they call to each other: O sister so small, Are you there? Are you there, little brother, Behind the blank wall? Like a bird, or a hare, or a rabbit, Frightened, undone, The soul calls to another, That she be not alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE, NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY BOOKS by WILLIAM COWPER THE BATTLE OF THE KEGS by FRANCIS HOPKINSON SONNET: 57 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 49 by PHILIP SIDNEY BOY BRITTAN [FEBRUARY 8, 1862] by BYRON FORCEYTHE WILLSON |