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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE VACANT CAGE (1), by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER Poet's Biography First Line: Our little bird in his full day of health Last Line: But where's the spray and flutter that we loved? Subject(s): Birdcages; Birds | |||
Our little bird in his full day of health With his gold-coated beauty made us glad, But when disease approached with cruel stealth, A sadder interest our smiles forbad. How oft we watched him, when the night hours came, His poor head buried near his bursting heart, Which beat within a puft, and played his part: The seed-glass, slighted by his sickening taste, The little moulted feathers, saffron-tipt, The fountain, where his fever'd bill was dipt, The perches, which his failing feet embraced, All these remain-- not even his bath removed -- But where's the spray and flutter that we loved? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GLIMPSES OF THE BIRDS by JOHN HOLLANDER GLIMPSES OF THE BIRDS by JOHN HOLLANDER AUDUBON EXAMINES A BITTERN by ANDREW HUDGINS DISPATCHES FROM DEVEREUX SLOUGH by MARK JARMAN A COUNTRY LIFE by RANDALL JARRELL CANADIAN WARBLER by GALWAY KINNELL YELLOW BIRD by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE CRIPPLE by KARLE WILSON BAKER HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER |
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