NOT to the clouds, not to the cliff, he flew; But when a storm, on sea or mountain bred, Came and delivered him, alone he sped Into the castle-dungeon's darkest mew. Now, near his master's house in open view He dwells, and hears indignant tempests howl, Kennelled and chained. Ye tame domestic fowl, Beware of him! Thou, saucy cockatoo, Look to thy plumage and thy life! -- The roe, Fleet as the west wind, is for 'him' no quarry; Balanced in ether he will never tarry, Eyeing the sea's blue depths. Poor Bird! even so Doth man of brother man a creature make That clings to slavery for its own sad sake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRER RABBIT, YOU'S DE CUTES' OF 'EM ALL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON FOR ONCE, THEN, SOMETHING by ROBERT FROST A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BERTHA IN THE LANE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE UNSUNG HEROES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE COMET AT YELL'HAM by THOMAS HARDY |